Watame Face の小説・ストーリー

Welma nods, ‘Roger that’. My pup pulls away slowly with her frame twitching softly from the elation reining in her system. It might take the whole day before this merry energy dissipates from her. She looks up at me with a flustered face, as if coming to realize the bold move she just made. Quickly, she dashes at her friend and pulls her eagerly to meet her family. “Guys, meet Welma, she’s a human too, and my friend. She...”

Her brown hair was in a low bun with a few curls around her face. “Hello, Luna Winter.” Samantha greeted and I gave her a knowing look. “Hello Samantha, please just Winter.” I said and her face turned red from embarrassment. We continued to talk for a little while long before Samantha grew stiff and her eyes went wide. “Samantha? Is everything okay?” I ask, worried. “Mate.” I look around at who she could be talking about “Who is your mate?” A smile grew on my face, but when I looked at Samantha, she looked terrified. My worry grew.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

She had a huge smile plastered on her face and her face was really bright, “I brought you a tea, I was thinking this could help you in the pain.” He put the tray at the center table, took the cup and gave it to him. He stared at her face. She was a very beautiful woman, and almost all of the werewolves in Fremont wanted to get her attention. He was just so lucky that she happened to be his mate. Or was it not the case. Why does it sound so unreal. It was like his heart couldn’t accept that single fact. From her face, he looked at the tea. She’s caring also. But too caring, she was serving him food and beverages all the time.

I scampered down the wagon and immediately knelt beside the river. I have expected it, but still I cannot believe it! I still cannot believe what I was seeing with my own two eyes right now! It was as obvious as day. The reflection looking back at me from the surface of the crystal clear water was none other than Samalah’s face. What in the world did she do this time?

She gave me a sly grin, "or do you just love the drama?" I stared at this crazy woman in disbelief. "Well if you hadn't left me outside like a fucking lunatic, we wouldn't be here." "Watch your words James, you don't want to know what it takes to get me mad." "Do you worst, piccolo gato." There was something about the way she sashayed towards me, I didn't know why but I felt -uneasy. She rolled her eyes, "see it as payback. That was for cutting my lips. Next time, it could be worse."

Haru’s voice breaks through the chaos of the square I’m trying to find her in. “I can get us some ice cream.” His offer is...... Well, it’s more strained, not to mention distant, and my eyes scan the crowds I’m walking to make sure I didn’t imagine it. It happens sometimes. Especially when I see Tien working on a gadget. Landing on the pair of them about a hundred paces in the opposite direction, I breathe again. For the first time since assessment. “EWE!” Ayame’s face twists in horror. Accentuated by a few of her water color locks coming loose from her braid. If not for her hair, most would assume she’s a boy.

My eyes lifted to look at her, her sharp gaze looked at me making me even more angry. "I'm Matilda, don't you recognize me?!" Both my posts are open wider than usual. "How can I recognize you if your face is like that?!" "I'm wearing a charcoal mask, don't you know that?!" I shook my head, of course I don't know because I've never used it before. Even without using various beauty products like Matilda, I feel beautiful enough. I don't want to make other wolfwomen jealous of my beauty. "You need to use some beauty products so your face doesn't look ugly like that, Amelie!" She continued, of course making me offended.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"