Angel Dust Funny Face Novels & Stories

It was the only piece of her left to bring home. Past midnight, the dungeon door opened. It was him. Damien stood in the doorway with a lantern. The light fell on the pail. He looked at it for a full minute. Then he came over, crouched in front of me, and said, "Open your mouth." I shook my head. He took my jaw in his hand — lighter than the night he'd slapped me. I had to open it. The strand of pale-silver hair was still under my tongue. He saw it. His pupils contracted.

The cool sweetness melted across my tongue. He drew me gently into the crowd as the music swelled. People cheered and spun around us. Beyond the dancers, I caught Anna's wink. Our mother smiled from her chair. My vision blurred for a moment. Dante lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine. "Are you happy now?" he asked quietly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed a kiss against his lips. "Yes. This is the most beautiful dance I have ever had." —The End

Angel relaxed a fraction, nodding shyly. We settled on the floor cushions. Angel grabbed a puppet right away, a fuzzy fox with one eye missing. Me? I sat cross-legged, trying not to look like the intruder I felt inside. The doc, Dr. Reyes, leaned forward, voice gentle. "Angel, want to show Veronica our game? The feelings faces?" Angel hesitated, then pulled out a stack of cartoon cards, happy, sad, scared, angry. She flipped through slowly, stopping on "scared." And held it up, eyes on me.

An hour later Angela walked to the living room and found Antonio being a model for the girl's makeup artist's role-play. His hair was tied into a little pony and his face painted with lots of red…he looked like a vampire. She tried not to laugh out loud. “What do you think, Angela?” Antonio was frowning. “Smile Uncle Charming, feel Bonita”. Antonio forced a wide teeth smile, that was when Angela lost it. “Oh my gosh… I can't with the face” he paused, seeing the look on the twin's faces.

like it was venom. Angelie shook her head, narrowed her eyes, and responded with mock sweetness. "Why are you so scared of a poor, local girl?" She even mimicked quotation marks with her fingers. "Aren’t you the rich and famous one? Or is it that Jeff’s tired of your full-glam clown face? Maybe that’s why he finds peace in me." Anita’s hand came up, ready to slap, but Angelie caught her wrist midair. Her grip was firm.

She yells out, still giggling, waving us off with her back to us as she walks back to the house. "Wanna explain that and fix your face, jeez." Angelo says, still sporting a disturbed look. "She's been listening to some song called ‘Scream’ and going off the lyrics, that's not an image I want of you two." He shudders, shaking his head, and I have the biggest grin on my face. Yeah, that's right. "Please wipe that fucking grin off your face, it's grossing me out." He says, faking a gag.

Angeline and Wayne stepped into the private room and then took off their weapons. Angeline had a fair and beautiful face, with starry eyes and delicate eyebrows. Her Bordeaux red hair was curled into glamorous waves, making her the epitome of beauty. She had a curvaceous figure, with a particularly prominent bust. Taking off the sunglasses that covered half of her face, she looked slightly tired, as she had been staying up late frequently with the film crew recently.

"DISGUSTING!" Denver is hysterical and clasps his collar. He looks at his tranquil face… not showing any weak points. Angelito's face is so powdery and porcelain-like when up this close. "That's an indirect kiss if you may… Do you want to kiss me for real?" Denver's hands tremble in disgust of his teasing lines. "I will now leave if you're saying too many bullshits—" Angelito laughs again. This is not his usual self, laughing for just some shallow inane bullshits, as Denver said.

I tell him, frowning as I watch dust particles drift to the floor. My father walks out of his office, looking at my mother. “What’s in your hair?” He asks, scrunching up his nose. “Elf dust.” She tells him proudly. “So, I guess the threat has been nullified?” “Disintegrated.” Aunt Angel says as Uncle Liam comes to stand behind her with a similar look of disgust on his face as he looks her over. “You need a bath, love.” He tells her. “Want to wash my hair?” She asks him coyly. In an instant, she’s over his shoulder and he’s turned around heading back to their room as she giggles like a young girl.

"Because your face is ugly when you cry." "Ugh, Sean..." Angel pinched her lover's arm, then there was a small smile between her tears. It seemed that Sean had been teasing her ever since. "I'm seriously. The look on your face is like this." Now Sean pretended to cry followed by Sean's handsome face turning weird. His lips were pouting, his nose was puffy, and the sound of crying was annoying. Angel did not know if Sean turned out to be ugly too. "See, you're ugly right? Then stop crying. Hold back your tears at least for today."