Yellowface Review Novels & Stories

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

Jerry replied with a gentle voice. “I will, thanks,” Sheila responded curtly and the call came to an end. Now Sheila's mind was reeling and her instincts began to tell her things. It was either because she was a supernatural being with supernatural eyes, that was why she could see Hannah's real hair color. Meaning the grey color could be fake, or could it be that it was the golden bronze that was fake? Or, it was a system glitch, network issue, or even a screen hue issue. However, the former made more sense as she was unable to suggest why her hair color was grey and bronze at the same time.

like flies. Thousands upon thousands of fat, mutant, yellow flies. “Join us,” he buzzed with a chorus of voices, “accept His Blessing. Be remade in His Image. Join in Communion with us.” I stared at him, mouth hanging open. His eyes glowed a yellow twice as bright as his suit. His teeth glimmered a sickly, unnatural yellow. His face sagged, the flesh loose around the eyes and mouth, like an ill-fitting rubber mask that no longer held the shape of a human face. A nauseating thought bubbled up in my head: If I were to pull off the man in yellow’s face . . . what would I see, underneath?

I could only coldly look at him and shrugged his hands from my arms and walk towards the yellow people. "Bold, are you? "Their leader walked forward and stared right into my eyes. I don’t know what we were doing but I only go with flow and never took my eyes from her. I don't know if it's just me, but the longer I stare at her eyes, I can see it glow yellow. Moments later, her eyebrows suddenly rose. In surprise, maybe? Because as she step backwards, she acted like she couldn’t believe what she was saying either. “They’re humans. I can see no assigned colors in their eyes. “

“I saw the flyer. I’d like to register.” The music stopped. Then, she turned. A pair of yellow eyes met mine. Not golden. Not hazel. Predator yellow. The woman tilted her head. And smiled.

Her eyes locked on mine the second she entered, and I instantly felt weird—watched, judged, like I’d already failed some test she hadn’t said out loud. “Uh… hi?” I said, taking a step forward. “Who—” She didn’t even let me finish. She moved so fast, it didn’t register until her hand was around my neck. “What the hell—!” I gasped, grabbing her wrist. Her fingers tightened. I struggled against her grip, kicking, clawing, but she didn’t even flinch. And when I looked into her face—her eyes—I froze. They were yellow. Not hazel. Not gold. Bright, glowing yellow like something out of a horror movie. My brain couldn’t even process it.

I put my hands on his chest and pulled my face a little back so that I don't have to face his nasty one. "You got so-...." I frowned and snapped my head to the right only to find that blonde guy who was new in our street standing with his hands in a fist as he glared at the scar face. "Let the girl go." He yelled and my eyes widened. Oh no! He shouldn't get in this. He is new here so he doesn't know what kind of monsters these men are. Everyone looked at him from head to toe...some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze.

Joshua shouted at his subordinates who were waiting outside, "Head out, all of you! Do whatever it takes to find Olivia! I don't care if you have to storm Michael's base. You must find Olivia at all costs!" While Joshua was brimming with fury, Abigail was secretly gleeful. In an attempt to placate Joshua, she remarked scornfully, "So what if Olivia's gone, darling? You still have me, don't you? All of Belcove is under your command now, so it's not a big deal if you lose her. Just forget about that bitch." Reveling in her smug delight, Abigail ended up being rather vicious with her words. Joshua's expression hardened at once. For the first time ever, he realized the woman he assumed was an in

This is insane! [Wait. The more I listen, the more it sounds like Bradley is telling the truth. That woman's been acting the whole time.] [If this is real, it's beyond disgusting. Monica isn't even gone yet, and the wife and the killer… I can't even think about it.] Sandra's face flushed bright red. "Bradley, stop slandering me! You're crazy! You've been blinded by hatred!" I didn't bother responding. I pulled out my phone and projected a heart rate monitor app onto the corner of the livestream.