Faceless Stories

Lin Yue had never imagined that the birthday wish she made in jest would truly come to pass. She had awakened not in her own body, but reborn as Mei Lin, the personal maid of her cherished heroine. Instead of despair, joy surged through her heart. In her mind, she laughed softly and spun in a foolish little dance. Since Heaven has sent me here. She would not allow the tragedy of the book to repeat itself. She would shield the First Young Mistress from the venomous schemes of the villainess, even if it meant offending the entire household. _ "How dare you shove Qing He to the ground!" a voice accused sharply. "I did not!" the girl cried desperately. "Enough excuses," said the Fourth Young Master, Su Chen. "I saw it with my own eyes." The surrounding servants lowered their heads, not daring to breathe. At that moment, Mei Lin stepped forward. She knelt respectfully, and bowed deeply. "This lowly servant begs permission to speak," she said softly. "I was present throughout the incident." Su Chen's gaze shifted to her. "Speak." "The Second Young Mistress fell of her own accord." "Furthermore, the First Young Mistress did not enter the kitchen today. How, then, could the Second Young Mistress fall ill because of her cooking?" "Moreover, the First Young Mistress was bathing in the rear chambers when the Second Young Mistress arrived." "It was the Second Young Mistress who provoked the First Young Mistress first." Every time the villainess struck, Lin Yue was already two steps ahead. The Second Young Mistress's face flushed crimson with fury. "Impudent servant!" she shrieked. "Silence, you wretched girl!" Mei Lin bowed her head once more, unflinching. "Forgive this servant, Second Young Mistress," she replied calmly. "But my name is Mei Lin." And she would not be trampled so easily.

In which, to go along with my 'problematic face claims' book, I put actors and other celebrities that are not problematic, in this book.

Shhhhh I had to. This is for the Corpse Husband simps. You guys know what you're getting into. Youre a faceless youtuber like Corpse. Not as famous as the others and definitely dont get as much money as the others do. All you wanna do is make your mark. Will Corpse and the others help you do that? Or will you be left behind? What about Corpse? What will he do?

Strange... Where am I? How did I get here? What is "here"? ... Most importantly, How do I leave? This is a short story based on a nightmare I had a few weeks back, and I couldn't help but write it all down, in a bit more dramatical way than it actually was. By encouragement from my best friend, I decided to publish it here. Hope you enjoy it! And do let me know what you think of it in the comment section. All rights reserved.

This is a [Ranboo X Reader] fanfic. There's going to be no smut because ew and I'm just uncomfortable with it. There will be a back story for everyone in the Introduction. [69 views 3-22-22] [200 views 4-18-22] [300 views 4-25-22] [400 views 5-6-22] [500 views 5-28-22] [600 views 6-20-22] [1.08k views ???]

The masks. The tears. The lies. The fear. Venice, the city floating on water. The city of the masks. Everyone hides their face, their feelings...themselves. Nobody is quite how they appear...or are they? Marco D'Este, a boy of class, walks the streets with his head heald high. Lena Foscari, a girl, a commoner, a dreamer. Paolo Bianchi, a man driven mad by the need for sanity. For safety. Something stirs in the water, the canals. Something that has been drowned for far too long, something big. But what? Things start to go wrong with the people disappearing. The people in cloaks and masks. But in a city of deception - how does one tell who is good...and who is bad?

Elena Reyes never believed in love. She believed in silence. In survival. In pretending everything was fine. Until one night. 1:47 A.M. A random video call. A boy without a face. A voice she couldn't forget. He knew how to stay calm. He knew how to stay hidden. And somehow... He knew her. She skipped thousands of strangers. But she couldn't skip him. And when he appeared in her real life- He pretended they never met. But the way he looked at her... Said everything. He was a mystery. He was a secret. He was the boy she was never supposed to meet. And he was the one she couldn't escape. Started with a skip. Ended with him.

after the lost of king author parents, a course was pass on to him, he start seeing the faceless girl, who wants to destroy the kingdom.

Here is my submission for Planet or Plastic contest. "The sea could be my face." 18/03/2019 - #28 Facelesa

In which Dream's ex-girlfriend writes him letters and sends them to his P.O. box, thinking he will never see them. DREAMWASTAKEN X FEM OC! COVER BY: @1-800-MURDOCK Achievements: 1 in #letter (8/4/21) 1 in #letters (8/7/21) 1 in #virginiagardner (9/9/21) 1 in #breakup (6/30/22) 24 in #quackity (11/30/21) 46 in #sapnap (10/17/21) 40 in #georgenotfound (8/25/21) 36 in #dream (12/20/21)

A very brief experience that left an impact on me.

Mateo Santiago just started school in a brand new place, so you imagine his confusion when he wakes up to text messages from an unknown number flaring up his screen. Except that the texts weren't meant for him. Avery Lancaster is an outgoing and risky student who sent a flurry of texts to her ex-boyfriend after a mix-up at a party. Except that she didn't send those texts to him. As their unlikely friendship unfolds, so do secrets and feelings. I mean, there must be many when you fall in love with someone without a face. Photo credits to İlhan Eroglu.

"She has no face, no voice, no name you should dare to speak aloud. In the quiet places where glass remembers you-mirrors, windows, black phone screens-she waits. They call her Hollow Jane, the faceless woman who lingers in reflections. At first, she is far behind you, almost hidden, a pale shadow where there should be none. But each time you look, she is closer. And if you acknowledge her, even with a single word, she begins to erase you piece by piece." First, your face fades from photographs. Next, your reflection vanishes from the mirror. Then, those you love most no longer recognize you at all. You become a stranger in your own life, a shadow of someone who once existed. Hollow Jane does not kill you-she makes the world forget that you were ever there. The legend says she was once a grieving widow, so desperate to disappear that she destroyed every image of herself. But some wounds don't fade quietly. Some griefs become something else-something patient, something hungry. Now, Hollow Jane is the emptiness that reaches back from the glass, looking for anyone who dares to see her... and acknowledge what should not exist. Once she notices you, it's already too late. The only question is: how long until you vanish too? Btw guys this is short story not as long as my other books!

A Q&A about me! You can ask any questions about me or anything else! I am here to answer them, even if they are personal. Thank you so much for being here for me! Sincerely, Emeli (Amelia)

"Beauty isn't just skin deep, it's immeasurable in it's depth" - AS May

❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 ❞ IN WHICH, mei finds aesthetic gifs for you ❝ 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 ❞

This is my OWN OCS (Own Character). It'll turn out to be creepypasta or show them on due time, just hold your horses.. you monster.