The Man Without A Face Novel Novels & Stories

Even with his smiling face, he looked scary. Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and maybe, just maybe, this man is one of the books that I should not be charging by its cover alone. The man's smile broadened. Next thing I saw him pressing another button, and the housemaid came soon after. When he asked me what we would like to have for a drink, I did not hesitate to answer that whatever he was o

I cried to no one in particular but hopefully the person who did this heard me. "All hail Luna Kaia" a dark, deep voice growled behind me. I gasped within my sobs and whipped my head around to look at this monster in the eyes. But all I can see was a muscular, tall figure of a man; the only features I can make out were his glowing red eyes but he appeared as a shadow. "Who are you?!" I screamed, holding onto the heads of my siblings tighter; their blood dripping down my body. He smiled. He fucking smiled and threw another head at me. A head of a man. But he had no face. A faceless man but one look at his head broke something in me. As if my body was catching fire from the inside, destroying

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

What was in me, looking at him, was the specific quiet curiosity of a woman who has been thinking about a man without a face for two months and is now looking at his face and finding that the face is a face. I had imagined a great deal. I had not imagined that the most disorienting thing about seeing the man whose voice had told me to breathe would be the small ordinary fact that he was a person with grey eyes who had hung a green runner in his hall and offered me bottled water in a glass. I said — to the man across the coffee table, to his face, with my hands on the arms of his armchair the only sentence I had prepared: *“Why did you ask me to come here.”*

The wind howled so loud it felt like it was screaming. I stood still, trying to catch my breath. “Who are you?” I shouted. The man turned slowly. “Show your face,” I growled, my claws outstretched, ready to tear this fucker to shreds. I could see his lips curling into a wicked smile as his slowly raised his head up. I froze immediately, my soul leaving my body. He had no real face, his eyes were pure black, like looking into a well with no bottom. “The storm is coming,” he said.

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha

There was a man who was lounging along the hallway, I barely paid him any attention but he stopped me just as I was heading to the restroom. “You’re here all alone?” He began. “What if something happens to you?” I stared at the man and I shuddered instantly. His face was badly burnt, the hair on his head was charred and would probably not grow again. He scratched his face, his fingers grating over his hard skin. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted but he pinned me in the same spot with his empty eyes that had no soul in them. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted with me but I wanted nothing to do with him.

The man I saw definitely didn’t have horns on his head, rotting scales on his face or extra long fingers and claws. I put the book back and carried on with my work as a million questions frazzled my mind… How? Why? And… what was his name? Why did he bring me home safely? And how was he so incredibly handsome? And why is his face constantly flashing in my mind, even when I wasn't thinking about what happened yesterday?

He rubbed his eyes as he felt sadness in his chest as if pinching while reading this book. He noticed Iyak laughing at the book he was reading, his attention was drawn to this Author and he put the book down first. He picked up his cellphone and searched the back of this book, trying to look at its face. Only his face could be seen, "Looks like I've seen him?" He struggles to think but no information enters. "Ahh there are a lot of mustaches in the world so maybe he just looks like him." He promised while talking on his cellphone.

I heard him coldly inform his father, "I don't need to resort to a marriage alliance to secure my power over Navarino. I will choose my own bride, and the only person who will be my Donna is Rosalia Valente!" Thus, when he officially announced to the family elders that he wanted to marry me—and that I was the only wife he'd accept—I accepted his proposal without any hesitation. All along, I thought that, as the Don, he was cold by nature, and no one could ever move him. I never imagined his heart could soften for someone else. When he left an important meeting midway to rush to the airport, an uneasy feeling rose in my chest. Then, he came back with a woman in his arms, her entire body drenc