Watame Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

“Are you okay? You’ve barely even touched your ramen,” Ayawamat points out with a concerned lilt to his voice. I shrug, absentmindedly pushing the ingredients around with my chopsticks. “I guess I’m not that hungry.” Ayawamat slides the bowl away from me and takes my hands in his, turning me gently on my stool to face him. I manage to look at him, but the worry and compassion etched deep into his face has my heart clenching painfully in my chest and tears burning behind my eyes.

A lady approach my mate from behind, half-hugged him, and whispered something in his ear. He look at her and gave her a very tiny Minnie smile and which she found delighted. My wolf was on the edge when she saw her mate being hugged by some random girl and it make him smile when she is here because of me and waiting for him as he already told me not to speak to him. I told my wolf to calm down and that we will meet after the party as promised.

"Does my face look scary? Do you want to see my Lycan ears and big tail again?" "Nope!" Tom answered curtly. "So brief! You’re more fun when you’re quiet anyway. Stay afraid—I like it better when you aren't talking too much," Mya mocked. "Samantha... your name is Samantha, right?" Tom asked. "Yes, that is my name." "Nice to meet you, Samantha," Tom said, trying to act cool. Samantha couldn't help but chuckle at his awkwardness. "Hahaha! You look ridiculous. You’re terrified, yet you're trying so hard to look calm."

And the water moved. Not his. The trough’s rinse—a thin stream along the back plate—curled against gravity, bunched, and puckered into features. A smooth face formed in the sheen—eyes, nose, a mouth you’d know underwater or on land. Jasmine. For a heartbeat his brain tried to make that make sense. It smiled. Before reflex could catch up with thought, the mouth opened and took.

"Oh, did I wish you understood human language?" The wolf's face remained flat. "I'd be crazy to expect a wolf to smile or laugh. Even showing a painful reaction, you probably won't be able to. Forgive me." Jonea is very nervous. 'Wolves only have one face. Killer face!' thought Jonea. The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After pulling and exhaling several times, Jonea opened her eyes again. She began to bring her hand closer to the metal plate.

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

I froze at the sight of Hawke making out with a very familiar face. Kamala. Holy...moly. Is she his mate?