Yellowface Review Novels & Stories

Angeline explained to him in a serious tone, “This honey is a skincare product. It’s specially manufactured by Grand Asia and can effectively moisturize my skin while keeping it beautiful.” Jay's enchanting pupils were filled with deep confusion. "Are you sure this is… beautiful?" Was there a problem with his aesthetic standards? "It clearly looks very ugly,” he said bluntly. Angeline said, "I know, but this layer of honey is my camouflage." Jay eyed her suspiciously. "What are you trying to hide? It’s not your fault you’re ugly!"

“No. Nope. Nooooope. I am not a Luna. I am barely surviving enchanted carrots and a demon rabbit. My skincare routine is nonexistent. My social life is a chair that groans when I sit on it. I AM NOT MATE MATERIAL.” “You are dramatic, though,” muttered the talking mirror from the corner. I glared at it. “You stay out of this, Nefl*x 2.0.” “You liked it,” Mr. Yellow said smugly, hopping onto a stool. “You saw him. You practically melted into your own mop. Girl, that man could howl into a romance cover.” “I did not—!” “You paused. You stared. You sighed.” “I—!! Okay yes! But those abs are unfair! It’s like someone photoshopped a warrior angel and dropped him into a Highland shampoo commercial!

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

Physical Appearance A hybrid shares most of the traits of a werewolf (in their human forms). They appear as a normal human, though their skin is pale. Since a werewolves eyes remain a yellow complexion, hybrid's eyes seem like a vegetarian vampire. There temperature is the same temperature as any undead celestial, a few degrees below that of a vampire. Whenever a vampire is faced with a powerful feeling, such as hunger, their faces transform into a paler complexion, while their eyes turn yellow with small veins protruding around the area. Their canine teeth will lengthen into fangs. A hybrid's skin is flawless and as hard as stone.

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.

I never believed in 'rare' eye colour until today I looked at them, straight into them. He wasn't the type of boy who smiled often, and when he did- it didn't reach his eyes. It was like smirk. To everyone Jade was 'hot'. To me, he was something else entirely. He was impossible. Like someone born out of a dream, only real enough to ruin. He raised an eyebrow and touched me on the shoulder. To bring me back the reality. "What's wrong with you, are going to stare at me like that. It's creepy," Jade said with a low, calm voice. The words sounding like a warning.

She understood its meaning; her skin had been cleansed. She looked at her hand and saw that it was no longer as yellow as it used to be. Though still yellow, it was now pale. She felt her face covered in sweat, so she lifted her hand, wiped her face with her bare hand, and then looked at the palm. As expected, she saw dark matter in it, causing her to turn her head in disgust. However, when she recalled that it had come from her face, her eyes darkened. She started washing it off with the pool water, thinking that since it was safe for her body, it wouldn’t harm her face.

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

For verification, I pulled some of the white powder and poured it into my proper reagent. IF it turns yellow, it's fake. If it ruens purple, It's the most potent shit, and would turn men into addicts, and addicts into crazed maniacs. More than they already are. "Shit," I muttered. It turned green. Three times as good as the purple stuff. "Send Doc my congratulatory message," I order Alwessandro, who nods, and pulls out his phone. Grinning, I mutter. "This will ruin the American market for others."

The voice was right behind me now, and when I spun around, I saw it. A wolf. But not like any wolf I’d ever seen. It was massive—easily the size of a horse—with fur that seemed to shift between white and gray and something darker. Its eyes were a deep and shadowy, glowing a sickly yellow that made my stomach turn. And it was smiling. Actually smiling with one too many teeth. “Humans taste better when they’re afraid,” it said in that voice that was almost but not quite Frost’s. “And you’re very, very afraid.”