That's His Eager Face Novels & Stories

His past reactions, dull and expressionless face, now have obvious excitement on them. Also, Mister Vacio let a smirk out on his face, and in a maniacal manner, he uttered, "Fine, let us do this the hard way!"

The couple turn their heads to me simultaneously and now I finally get to see the young man clearly. He has a beautiful face, perfect eyebrows, roman nose, half-domed cheekbones, and emerald, green eyes. Everything about him radiates upper-class grace and vigor of youth. He is about 20 years old but seems very sophisticated. I stand there in shock staring at him, as if a thunder has struck on me. …Eason.

He made his way to me with a potion that insisted I immediately take. I stared hard at him as my coughing fit suddenly ended. He had boyishly good looks. His face was masculine in the right spots and youthful in other. Hell even his mouth that was slightly cut back further into face didn't bother me. His eyebrow eventually raised," do I have something on my face?" He gave his toothy grin, seeming amused by my wandering eyes.

To get it out of the way. The look on his face is focused. Locked in. A decision already made

Durіng his еntіrе uрdаtе, hе wаѕ trуіng to kеер hіѕ voice аt a саlm level, but hе’ѕ ѕо рlеаѕеd. Hіѕ fасе is lіt uр, lіkе he just саught thе bad guу аnd ѕаvеd thе dаmѕеl іn dіѕtrеѕѕ. But thеrе’ѕ ѕtіll nо Aрrіl. I’m suddenly аngrу аt hіm.

His excitement boyish and cute. "What's in it for me?" I squint my eyes.

I have to know… I have to see his face… It's a bold, daring move. I nod and croak out a 'yes'. His hand rises slowly, hovering beside the mask that conceals his face. For a moment, it seems as though he's poised to pull it off, to reveal the secrets hidden beneath, “There goes nothing…"

He sighs and walks up to me, the way he walks says he wants something. He walks closer and then, I could see it, the wrinkles on his face, his color fading away. I gasp. "Oh my goodness" I whispered, he looks away like he's embarrassed or something. Honestly, I want him to tell me the problem. "Why......why is your face like this?" I asked as I step closer and touched his face. "Are you still tired?" He asked, I nod my head not quite understanding why he asked. "I'm.....I'm hungry" he said, looking deep into my eyes. Oh.

The question lingers in my mind - is he going to reveal his face to me? Gathering my courage, I confront the mysterious figure, asking, "What do you want?" Silence hangs in the air, pushing me to rephrase my question: "Why are you frightening me?" As I lock eyes with him, I notice a slight grin forming at the corner of his lips, indicating that he is having pleasure from teasing me. Asshole!