Yellowface Review Novels & Stories

I snobbishly said even though I was nervous about being so close to him. His fucking gorgeous face is so visible in my view. I could see the thick strands of his eyebrows and his smooth skin. His eyes are colored in a mixture of green and yellow. I think he's not a pure filipino, he looks American. "You still have your punishment. You need to come back here." He sound angry.

he shouted back. Yellow boy. His bright blonde hair stood out very well in a city of dark haired people. Sol has a disease called albinism where his skin has little to no pigment as well as his hair. His eyes were the color of the sky, skin as white as snow and hair as yellow as the sunflower. Doctors said it is very rare. He thinks it is the reason his parents gave him up, he is weird, not normal. But of course, the sisters told him otherwise.

He said proudly. “Cheeky much?” I replied. “I wasn’t talking about me.” He turned to look at me and winked. I felt myself blush. “Nice to know you can blush too.” He smirked. I cleared my throat, “I’m human, bodily reaction.” “You’re not like the others.” He replied before standing. “Nice to know your body reacts to me.” He added and I felt myself blush again. “You’re so annoying.” I said and used a book to smack the back of his head.

Doctor Frank welcomed the couple and their son. "Good morning Mr. Badmus", he exchanged a handshake with him. "Good morning doc! How is the work going?" Mr. Badmus returned the greetings. "My work, I'm always busy, I give glory to the creator." Madam, you look radiant this morning, he poked fun at madam Florence. "Doc you can say that again", she blushed with her response. Her husband did not have time to compliment her on dressing, to him makeup is a waste of time. Whenever someone compliments Madam Florence, she always feels the movement of butterflies in her stomach.

he praised her. She won't know what that means, it's a compliment that scares her. Moreover, he was someone she didn't know. "Why is he suddenly talking about my nails?" the woman's mind was not calm. Suddenly she looked at her nails which were polished pink with glittering beads that adorned them. Her nails do look beautiful. Shouldn't she be happy to hear that compliment? But again... is that a compliment? Even though fear began to fill her heart. She tried to answer politely. Just wanted to end the conversation that felt so dreadful to her.

Delphine groaned. “Doesn’t yellow mean happy?” Hakeem asked. Delphine let out a small whine. “In any other situation, yes. If Lilac’s happy, it’s never for the right reasons. Plus, it’s not a pretty yellow and it’s speckled with red. Both are bright, so bright that it’s hurting my eyes to look at it.” Hakeem made a sound of interest low in his throat. “And that’s a bad thing?”

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

" Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, one evening while returning from a contract negotiation, a large truck suddenly swerved toward me. Unable to dodge in time, I blacked out. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Camden's cold, venomous glare. … When I regained consciousness, I found myself bound in an abandoned warehouse. Nevaeh no longer looked like the pampered rich girl she once pretended to be. Her makeup was smeared and hastily applied, and she was wearing cheap clot

he continues to jerk his head frantically. “I can bet with my life that he was the one. He had brown hair and sharp hazel eyes. His chin is chiseled and he is handsome but his face looks pale and so does his skin”. I describe . The countenance of doubt vanishes and he takes a new look of surprise.