Novel & Cerita The Man With The Twisted Lip

said the man. "Hahaha...look who's talking! Aren't we the same, baby? You and I are a match made in heaven! Apparently, you know me very well! At least they don't, right? It's your own fault why that girl is hitting on you! I don't like it! You're only mine!" said Tiffany gently caressing the full lips of the man beside her with her finger and started kissing him hotly. Suddenly Tiffany screamed, "Ow!!! Adrian! Why did you bite my lip?"

"I know you were just a mere pawn of someone who wants to mess up with me. Lucia Tan? As far as I know, you were one of those who raped her at the bar the night she pushed the drugs, am I right?" Suddenly the man's pale mouth trembled. His eyes became unsettled. Perhaps he was trying to think of how he could escape Ares' grip on his wrist that wouldn't bleeding because a card had cut a vein. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Although he has a big bulky body, he still can't match Ares's firm grip. "You see the man right there?" Ares pointed to the guy he had killed before. "He's a good guy." After saying those words, Ares used the card to slit his face. Blood came rushing down on his

She gulped down the water, wetting her parched throat then threw the glass on the front wall. It was her way of notifying them she was awake. There was a commotion outside and loud rushing footstep before the door was opened with a loud 'THUD'. There stood the man with half his button broken revealing his muscular chest, with red lipstick smudged on his mouth, like he was eating lipstick or rather eating a woman who was wearing it. Behind him stood meekly a sexy tall Blonde woman with shirt half ripped and her lipstick in the worst condition than his. Someone was about to get lucky...

"It must be uncomfortable squatting like this in the cold. Why don't you come back in with me?" "No, that's a bit... inconvenient", the man rejected. Then he sighed. "Well, I guess you've heard the most embarrassing part already. You can as well see the rest." He raised his head, and Katherine had to grip the railing to not curse out loud. The man had a finely craved face with an almost feminine prettiness to it that made him look even frailer then his already thin body. However, someone had cruelly destroyed this composition. The complete right side of the man's face was red and swollen from a punch, the lip even had a bleeding crack, caused by some sharp object.

I spinned around immediately, screaming and punching the man in front of me in the process. “Shit!” The man groaned in pain, his hands on his lips. He wore nothing but black pants, and he had hard abs too. It was the lonely customer. “I'm so sorry.” I apologized, going towards him as I tried to check out his bleeding lips. The cut on his lip displayed his dark red blood. Most of the blood I've seen were disgusting to me but his was different, it looked sexy, with the way it stripped down to his bottom pinkish lips.

“Take it easy out there, alright? You look like the type who’s way too delicious for the average guy to handle. Don’t want you leaving a trail of broken-hearted carnage behind. Might get messy, you know.” “Hey, creepy hooded man,” I called back cattily. “You got a little white stuff.” Turning to walk backward away from him, I wiped at the corner of my own mouth with my thumb. “Right here.” He repeated the act, only making the whiteness smear more as he drew his thumb over the smudge and then examined his hand to discover I hadn’t been lying. On cue, his beautiful lips quirked into another entertained grin as he looked up at me. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

I slowly lit it up and stuck the stick in my mouth. “Fucking traitor” My cold voice rang out. “Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?” The man shivered, there were traces of blood on his face. His mouth was swollen and he shivered in fright. “Chris” I stared at my consigliere, “Pull the tape off his mouth”. Chris inched closer to him and pulled off the tape. It made a slapping sound and the man winced so loud. I took a deep puff of my cigar and walked over to him.

He half lied. “He’s a cold-hearted criminal,” his jaw clenches as the glass in his hands makes sounds that it was threatening to break in his tattooed hand.

Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back. Suddenly, a punch landed squarely on his face, and Marcus stumbled back, releasing his grip on her. He staggered, trying to regain his composure, and stared confused at the tall figure who had punched him. As the figure tried to hit him again, Marcus braced for impact but smirked as Eleanor stopped the punch. He touched his bleeding lips and looked back at her, then at the man, with anger and annoyance. He wagged his fingers at her, his laughter echoing through the dark streets of New York. "This isn't over yet, Elle," he called out, his voice dripping with spite. "You can't hide from me forever. “And when I

My eyes rested on Zavi, smoking furiously on a chair, watching… I almost gasped when I saw a man in the middle, he had to be in his thirties or so, and facial hair grazed his upper lip. His lip looked to be knocked out, his right eye was swollen shut. It looked like they broke his nose and blood was oozing out of his nostrils. I cringed and looked back at Zavi. He had a sly smile covered at the part of his lip, those smiles he'd give me all those times he wanted to scare me. And yes, he was still handsome as fuck.