Novel & Cerita Tricky Face Reveal

They both turn on their flashlights; what they saw caught them off guard. The mysterious person is an African American male. He is wearing a long-sleeved black hoodie with a black T-Shirt on his upper body. He has a black scarf covering his mouth and neck. He has black gloves on and dark sunglasses protecting his eyes. He is wearing slim black jean pants with dark shoes covering his feet. He stood still, knowing that lights are pointing at him. Both Brian and Chris gawk at him; he is taller and muscular than both of them. They start questioning him.

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

“If it holds, this game’s over.” The horn blares at the end of the period and the music shifts to a tune that’s louder and more playful. I look up as the jumbotron flickers to life with bold red letters. KISS CAM. Couples start scrambling, laughing and leaning in to eachother. I barely register it at first but then notice how people start pointing and staring. “Oh my god, look.” I hear from behind. My stomach drops when I see my face on the screen.

This was a command, the style clipped. He jerked his head up, mutely affirming her question, then turned to face her. My heart lurched as he lifted his hand and pulled down the black mask; moonlight dimly lit the contours of his jaw and dark hair from a window. But it was the face from which my very breath escaped. He stepped aside to reveal Kiara. There was no mistaking that smirk on her face: cruel, familiar, a knife cutting through the haze of my fear.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

Trisha immediately asked sitting in front of her. "Now, I'm going to reveal my half identity. Foremost, this face you have seen already was not my real face. I used these prosthetics to hide my personality and now I want you all to know and see my real face. And also I had a real name as well," she said then gradually removed her prosthetics. They were all surprised at what she said. They didn't expect that she fake her face and showed them wrong since they became part of their organization. "Sapphire what are you doing?" Astra asked in astonishment.

The way she tilted her head slightly—almost enough to reveal her face—before pulling back again. My hands clenched into fists. But then I realized something else. Her face never showed. Not once. Every angle, every glance, it was as if she knew. As if she had deliberately hidden herself from the camera. I leaned closer, eyes narrowing. How? How could she be so quick, so careful? I leaned closer, narrowing my eyes at the screen. My wolf clawed inside me, insisting, growling. ‘It’s her. It has to be her.’ But I forced myself to remain calm. Her face didn’t show. Without proof, it could be someone else.

Suddenly, all the tears and shaky voice vanished to reveal a sinister smile on her face. “Here you are.” I had a smug on my face. Her true identity is now revealed. I clenched my hands as we stared at each other deeply.

But now it was time to expose him. As the trap was sprung, chaos erupted. The team moved with precision, each member fulfilling their assigned role. Sarah watched as Johnson's façade crumbled, his true nature laid bare for all to see. It was a moment of vindication, but also a reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. In the midst of the commotion, Sarah found herself face to face with Johnson. The air crackled with tension as their eyes locked. She could see the flicker of recognition in his gaze, a realization that his carefully crafted plan was unraveling.

Nang maipatong na ang ngayon ay pekeng tiara sa auction block, nagtama ang mga tingin nina Alessa at Lucas. As the people started to bid for the fake piece on stage, a sly smirk slowly crept on Lucas' face, before sipping some more from the glass of wine he is holding.