The Man Without A Face Novel Novels & Stories

The person also jerks to their feet when their eyes meet. Natasha takes a step back. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Her voice is cold, her posture rigid. Then the man speaks, his voice trembling so badly it’s almost hard to hear. “It’s—it’s me.” “Who?” The man in front of her looks nothing like anyone she knows. Stubble covers his face. His eyes are sunken, glowing red like he hasn’t slept in days. His skin is broken out, and there’s a stench about him, like he hasn’t bathed in days.

The gag is yanked away, and I cough. “Name,” a man orders. His voice is deep, rough, commanding. He’s leaning against the fireplace, tall, scarred and terrifying. One eye bifurcated with a jagged scar that runs from temple to mouth. Both eyes are black pits of violence. Suddenly my head snaps to the side, and a second later pain explodes across my face, I was too busy staring a the man asking the questions, I didn’t notice the man beside me, who has just back handed me across the face. “Name.” the large man growls again.

Third Person POV. A man with his face drawn in different colors one couldn't know if it was a mask or his real approached a building almost like a castle. He entered the dark room with a cap on and a phone light in his hand, he raised it and a face appeared in front of him. It was bruised so bad, it was difficult to identify the face and he was sleeping. All his body that could be seen was covered in sores. A table a few meters away from him, had glittered instruments and electric appliances.

After the man finished speaking, he turned around, and facing the light, a handsome face that broke the sky appeared in front of Bianca's eyes unexpectedly, even more dazzling than the world-famous blazing sun of T country. There was someone who would look like this: narrow face with thick lips, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, thin double eyelids that were very delicate, coupled with a high nose with a beautiful little hump, this person seemed perfect as if God had taken a ruler and drawn him out... no, it wasn't; there was a scar at the peak of the eyebrow that was very obvious. But strangely enough, instead of being uglier because of the scar, the face was more vivid and easier to remember.

With my heart in my hand, I turned around and stared at the golden-eyed beast staring at me. I screamed and tried to move but felt paralyzed. My head swirled and I slumped to the ground, waiting for the wolf to devour me. A cold hand touched me, and I peeked at the wolf for the last time, but to my surprise, it was a man, an extremely handsome man, to be precise. Chiseled jawline, large eyebrows, small sexy lips, dark eyes, and a face that can beat Jason’s handsome face. The face reminded me of someone, the strange man.

I heard a man's dreamy voice next to my ear. That can't be good. Why am I lying on a bed with a man? And why is this man showing attitude and swearing to kill everyone in his dream?! Summoning all my strength, I managed to turn my head, revealing a face that was breathtakingly handsome. What the heck?! I have never seen this man before! I have never seen a man who looks so handsome. His sculpted face, partially hidden by his tousled black hair, was as if it had been caressed by the Moon Goddess herself.

Full forehead, straight nose, thin lips and spotless face with unevenly grown stubble. As rich as his face was, his condition was poorer than that. I courageously went close to him. "Hey, can you hear me?" Waving my hand before his eyes. "I did not do this purposely. You suddenly appeared before my car." Alas, no one answered. Slowly, I once again tried to touch his face with my shaky hand. My hand did not reach over and the man suddenly opened his eyes, staggering me as I immediately pulled myself back, hitting my back in the car.

The Original Ending Breaks Cracks appeared across the stranger’s body. “No” Lucien continued: “I chose Sophia.” A crack appeared. “I chose Seraphina.” Another. “I chose my family.” Another. The stranger screamed. “STOP!” Lucien’s voice became stronger. “And I choose them again.” The stranger collapsed to his knees. The golden mask appeared on his face again. It began breaking. Piece by piece. Until his face changed. He no longer looked like Lucien. He looked like nobody. Just a blank human face. The Man Without a Story

To Gerald’s surprise, the man did as Gerald told. After his abrupt halt, the man then slowly turned around to look at Gerald—who had stopped in his tracks as well—before saying in a sinister voice, “So, we finally meet, Mr. Crawford!” “…Who the hell are you…” growled Gerald as he glared daggers at the man. “Hah! I’m just someone who’s about to die!” replied the man as he slowly slid his hood off to reveal his face… Only for the now stunned Gerald to realize that the person was faceless!

Everything was going on as usual, that was the thing about this part of New York. The man who held me suddenly grew a smile on his ugly face and with one hand, ripped the face mask off my mouth. I was fully bare now… so much for dignity. My whole body shook with both fear and starvation now, but I still held the bread close, and tightly too. I could not just afford to let it go. "Who would have thought our culprit was female? Such a beautiful girl, doing despicable things…" He purred, licking his lips as he gave me a once-over.