The Man Without A Face Novel Novels & Stories

A thousand faces flashed through my mind, but none matched the man from last night. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my face glowing with a strange, refreshed radiance from the night’s events. If… If what he said was true, and he came again tonight—should I call the police? However, he hadn’t hurt me. In fact, he made me feel incredible…

he cooed softly. The room is poorly lit, so the man can’t see Franky as she hides in a corner of the room, but she can see him. Franky lifts her head to look at the man standing before her. She doesn’t recognize his face as one of the monsters who harmed her the last time. Their faces were imprinted in her brain forever, hunting her in her dreams. Franky examines his face more closely and is struck by the man’s features. Hair as dark as a night sky with no stars and perfectly shaped, natural-looking brows. Her fingers itch to stroke them, betting they’ll be soft against her skin. The man’s long eyelashes fan his face as he blinks, and his beautiful green eyes search for her by the edge of th

A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight. I kind of find it weird for someone like him to read that novel. "Thank you for the food." The man in the sigle sofa said softly. I blink a few times as I stare at his face. He's handsome with a baby face. He look harmless and gentle. I gulp before fixing my glasses. "Are you even sure that she's the new maid?" An arrogant voice coming from a man with a scary arrogant face said making me want to explain and introduce myself. But the man from the kitchen beat me again.

Then the next thing he knew is that a cold palm gently caresses his cheek. Although it chills his spine, it feels soothing somehow. "Don't panic. You'll be fine. Bare it for a while." A man appeared out of nowhere. He is enveloped with a glowing light. It's the man with no face that he told Dylan earlier. He's also Ulysses' unseen friend. Just like the other days, his face cannot be seen. Whether his face shines the brightest or it's just Ulysses' vision is dim, he's not so sure as to why he can't see who he looks like.

Britney's ears turned red. "Manuel, you are shameless!" He actually wanted to take advantage of her curiosity to satisfy his own desires! No one is more shameless than him! Manuel seemed satisfied with Britney's reaction. The corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he forcefully blocked her with his strong arms, and he attacked with one hand... The sound of a man's voice lingered in her ear. "What is a face?" He had long abandoned her when he was with her. Besides, can a face provide him with meat every day?

But he was talking of things he had no right to. I didn't even know his name nor had I seen his face. And, he knew everything about my life, my family, and my not so decent deeds with Dacre. “Oh, I am not afraid of showing you my face little girl. I was more concerned about your well being” He said as he turned around. And as he had said, my heart really skipped a beat. The man’s face just like the rest of his body was covered in fire. I could not see his face or his features as the entirety of it seemed to be burning.

I used my hands to catch myself before I face-planted. The man crouched beside me and as I lifted my chin I was brought face to face with him. I didn’t shy away from his gaze and he looked at me as if I was his entertainment for the day. He was so close, his breath was hot on my face, and I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose in distaste. His breath was putrid and my stomach rolled at the smell. I hadn’t had any breakfast and with the lack of sleep on top of that, I was feeling light-headed.

Smelt like sex and danger and I felt the urge to run, but I didn't. This was something i am sure I wasn't supposed to see. And so I turned away. And ran into a chest. Hard. Warm. Human. Hands gripped my shoulders—not unyielding, but firm. Panic surged through me as I looked up warily. The man in front of me didn't wear a mask. He was tall and handsome even in the dark. His face chiseled in shadow and steel. His mouth didn't twist up. His eyes—God, his eyes glowed like molten metal.

I turned toward the sound and froze. It was him. The same maddening, strange man from before, who almost killed us. “Dake,” the woman called, her voice dripping with casual authority. A weaker voice whimpered from under him, as I narrowed my eyebrows. One of the man’s eyes was gone, leaving an empty socket with blood dripping from it, a hole went straight through the middle of his skull. He shook his head with sobs, begging to be freed. I didn't know why but he has a familiar face.

The city spun beneath me, lights blurring into a smear of gold and ash. My hands were raw, bloodied, clinging to the steel beam as the wind howled. And then he stepped out of the shadows above me, the man who had been pulling the strings all along. For the first time, the enemy had a face. ---