The Facemaker Novels & Stories

"So what! I can fix that. I can get implants, wigs— whatever it takes! I can fix the rest as long as my face is back." Hunter chuckled sarcastically while her eyes lingered desperately at the vial, "You think fake hair and teeth will cover the monster you've become?" Zara charged towards him again. She lashed out at him with profanities while Hunter laughed louder. He enjoyed playing with her. "You'll still look dirty, Zara. Haven't you noticed, implants are not always successful. Some ended up with botched faces. Zara howled again, "I don't care! Nobody looks at your teeth first. Nobody cares if your hair's real. But the face... My face... If I can get it back, I'll still be beautiful."

A perfectly engineered layer of artificial human flesh—smooth, flexible, customized to look natural. He hooked his fingers beneath the edges. And slowly… Patiently… He peeled it off. The sound was soft—like removing tape from glass. The false face came away in one piece, the exact face the world knew: The sharp jaw. The smooth skin. The familiar expression everyone feared. He placed it gently on the table. And then he looked up, now revealing the truth: A completely different man beneath. His real face had sharper angles. A deeper scar along the left cheek.

“No one is leaving this room until I say so.” Marcus reached out his hand slowly. “Can you zoom in?” His eyes darted to me, and he looked almost crazed. I nodded once before I pulled the photo into an editor. I zoomed in on the wolf that was being dissected on the table. My mind passed over the gore I saw there and focused on making the faces of everyone in the room clearer. I worked on the scientists’ faces first. I selected each person and used a combination of editing and AI to rebuild the person’s face as best as I could.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

Well, it seems that he didn’t know that my smile was a fakey fake too. Laughing mentally, I could remember his face when he said ‘fakey fake’ pertaining to Froilan’s smile. I wish I could give him a high five for having the same mindset as I am. “The organizer said it’s about to start.” “Let me retouch your makeup, Lady Venice.” “Yes, hers as well, please.” Sob.

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

"That woman had indeed been a cougar! She's revolting!" "If you didn't know any better, you'd think that it was a sugar mommy talking to her sugar baby! Oh, my God, this is disgusting! Is this a new ploy? To trick a stupid woman into taking care of their babies for them?" I turned pale when I heard this. It was the truth, but I didn't appreciate that. Under public scrutiny, Gary's face turned a bright red as he snatched the phone from my hands and smashed it onto the ground.

Kai nodded his head with a small smirk playing on his lips. Liana closed her fist. Just the smirk is already enough to annoy her. If Kai just doesn't look that good today, she would've gotten mad already. "What happened to the solid no yesterday?" Kai raised a brow, making him look like what he is according to his employees; intimidating and strict. Kai wasn't so happy seeing Liana's wrinkles. Stella rarely reacts that way. But stupid because Liana's not her. Liana made sure she'll control herself. She needs to get the job, even if it means seeing Kai's irritating but gorgeous face.

Although your fake boobs are about the same size as Xi Youmi's, you've stuffed too many unnatural materials there so it doesn't look springy at all. "If you have a chance to be a killer in the future, remember not to impersonate a woman with bigger breasts than yours. But it no longer matters. Because you will never have that chance again." Qin Haodong reached out. As his fingers slid across Thousand-Faced Enchantress's face, a human skin mask was taken off, revealing a hideous face. Beneath the mask, Thousand-Faced Enchantress's real face was covered with freckles and pockmarks. What was more, there was a long scar stretching across her left face, which looked really disgusting.

However, she knew the more good-looking and pleasant she used to look back then when she smiled, then the more hideous and unbearable she was to look at now. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you, Mr. Whitman?” Madeline lowered her eyes and said softly. Jeremy knew that Madeline was talking about her face. He was indeed surprised, but not horrified. “I know a good doctor and can take you to see him. Perhaps it’ll help you. Plus, aesthetic medicine is so advanced right now. It’s not difficult for you to restore your face if you want to.” Madeline felt that Jeremy’s kindness came from the bottom of his heart when she heard that.