The Facemaker Novels & Stories

No features at all except two dark spaces where eyes should be. "Surprised?" X's voice came from speakers embedded in the synthetic flesh. "You expected someone you knew. Someone you trusted. A dramatic revelation that would explain everything." The featureless face tilted. "But I am nobody, Eva. I erased my own face decades ago. Replaced it with this—adaptable synthetic tissue that can become anyone. Or no one. Perfect disguise. Perfect anonymity." "That is impossible—"

"I didn't pay much attention, but I don't think there were any injuries on her face." "Look at this picture. Why did she cover up her face?" "I get it now! The problem lies with her face." "That's right. How do you think she made the injury disappear?" "There aren't any medications in the world that can heal an injury so quickly. Unless something blocked the damage for her. Since it's her face … I understand now. That's not her real face!" "Yes. There have been a lot of advancements in facial molds. It's not just used in the entertainment industry anymore. Some molds can be as thin as a layer of skin. Some of the best assassins use this to conceal their identity."

So, when this psychopath pulled off my mask, there was a different face. "I got you!" She yelled, pointing at my face with a smile on her lips like she had made a great achievement. But as she stared at me properly, her smile slowly vanished and her fingers came down. "The faceless model's face has been revealed!" one of the fans yelled and almost all of them brought out their phone to video me and take pictures. "She's so cute!" another one commented. The lights flashed on my face and I stared at Nicola who removed her nose mask like it was preventing her from seeing properly.

Tara was caught off guard for a moment. She approached me slowly and fixed her gaze on me. "What did you say? Are you Preston's boss?" I met her eyes fearlessly and nodded. "Yes, I am—" She cut me off with raucous laughter. Pressing a hand on her stomach, she cackled. "Oh, that's hilarious! You must have lost your mind after I gave you a good beating! "Wake up and look in the mirror! A woman like you can't claim you're the CEO of Harlan Group!"

Ronan The next hour felt surreal as we transformed ourselves with masks, makeup, and false features. My new face stared back at me from the mirror, unfamiliar and strange. They’d given me a prosthetic nose and a moustache that looked surprisingly authentic, but it had the unfortunate effect of ageing me by at least a decade, leaving me looking like a grizzled stranger. Marc’s disguise was equally drastic; his face now boasted a broader jawline and long, scraggly hair, making him almost unrecognisable.

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

Sebastian asked and Nolan twisted his neck. "A failed Alpha," Nolan said and Sebastian's eyes widened. Sebastian fisted his hand in a punch and rushed towards Nolan to land it right on his face but instead, it landed on the wall since Nolan dodged it. "You don't get it? Do you?" Nolan asked and Sebastian hissed. "You have put on a facade. A facade that your family wants to see. You changed yourself in others' sight but you still are the same." Nolan said and Sebastian growled. His inner wolf wanted to rip the man in front of him but he controlled himself.

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."

Her face was covered with a white full face mask. Then, it hit me. I've been impersonated.