Yellowface Review Novels & Stories

“Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?” Aziz’s expression hardened. His blade hissed free of its sheath. “Because they’re already here. Get into position.” The sound came before the sight—low mumbling, a chorus of voices too twisted to form words. Then they emerged. Figures swaying, mumbling, their bodies dry and rattling. I froze. They were pale with a sickly bluish tint, skin stretched thin over dry bones. Their claws clicked against the stone floor as they moved. Hair, long and filthy, braided so tight it made their faces even more horrifying.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

When my eyes met Harley’s, I sucked in a breath at the scarlet rings consuming his honey eyes. He wasn’t here, either. When I found Zach, his nose descending towards my core, tongue ready to taste, I found that his eyes were yellow, too. All the signs I needed that they were not in control—their beasts were. When my eyes landed on Damien, he was closer. He looked normal, just as he would any other day, only there was more emotion on his face now, than I had ever seen before.

I cant help but to smile proudly when I see that my yellow strands no longer look lack luster. “Wow, it really is yellow. I had thought that it would be close to blond but your hair is actually yellow” She says in amazement from across the room. She still looks at me shyly as she wraps her arms around herself. “Yeah, it’s the same color as my dragon” I remind her. I feel my eyes shift as he comes forward so that she can see. If I were to be facing the mirror right now then I would see eyes the same color as my hair. I have heard that due to the paleness of my skin, it can be an eerie sight to some humans. I wait for the look of disgrace or fear to appear on her face. She surprises me however

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

He’s been so sweet today, he probably forgot to give it to me. I climbed out of the car, clutching the gold tube like a weapon. I walked to the side mirror and uncapped it again. I carefully applied the color to my lips. I stared at my reflection. The shade was wrong. It was horribly, glaringly wrong. Against my pale skin and my ‘classic’ features, the soft nude pink looked provocative—almost cheap. It didn’t bring out the amber in my eyes; it made me look like a stranger. “What are you doing, Victoria?”

Zephyra looked like a heroin addict. Her hair was dull and sticking out everywhere. Her skin was pale with a sickly yellowish tint, and her eyes were the color of a storm that had long ago unleashed its fury, exhausted and defeated but unable to break and let the sun shine again. Zephyra frowned, staring at the mirror. This deadened woman looking back at her wasn’t her. Jess wouldn’t like this Zephyra either.

Its breath tingles my ear for a while. Reluctantly, I peep sideways. I wish I hadn't. I face the ugliest flat face I have ever come across in my life. He outperforms Jared’s excessive acne face. Murad’s yellow teeth. And Dhairya’s lusty eyes. ‘Huh?’ I blink at him a couple of times. What in the living satan a devil like him doing on the face of the planet? You lost, Buddy? Must be one of a frying pan in charge of the burning hell!

Please be ugly, please be ugly, please God make him ugly! I inhaled sharply as my stare reached his face. He was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and longish blond hair that he wore slicked back. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing a dark pair of designer shades, but with everything else he had going on—even if his eyes were bright pink with yellow spots—I don't think anyone would give a crap. I gulped again, trying to pull myself together. He had a massive grin on his face and one of his eyebrows raised as he stretched out his arm, waving my vibrator in my face.