Anime Facial Expressions Novels & Stories

I have to recall my years of stringent training under my father's wrathful gaze to keep a straight face when he is near. Unfortunately, Katrina isn't as trained as I am, and I watch her face turn sickly green when he nears the table; her cute little nose is scrunched up, and her mouth is pursed as if she's trying to hold down vomit. It's hard to contain the chuckle that threatens to escape due to her facial expressions.

And then I saw something incredible! Vincenzo's lips, which had always been tightly pressed together in frustration or anger, transformed into a smile that illuminated his entire face. It was a breathtaking sight to behold. As his lips curled upward, a delicate dimple appeared on his left cheek, accentuating the warmth and genuine happiness radiating from him. And he was looking at me. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and a newfound sense of joy had taken its place. The lines of tension that etched his features seemed to soften, replaced by a genuine and tender expression.

At this moment, in order to take a shower, she had to remove them. It turned out that beneath the mask was a face completely opposite to her character and behavior. It was no exaggeration to describe it as childish. Her face was plump with baby fat, and her eyes were big and round. She pouted her mouth like a little circle. Hearing no response from Anne outside, Gladyce knew what Anne was thinking. She smiled and asked, "Are you disappointed?" Anne shook her head in a hurry. How could she say that? "Uh... No."

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she stretched, sometimes she rested her cheek in her hand, and sometimes she smacked her lips. To someone who didn’t know better, it looked like she was practicing emoji expressions. “You’ll get wrinkles with all those facial expressions,” Calvin said. Adriana flipped her phone over and set it on her lap. “You’re just in time. There’s some breaking news I have to tell you.” Calvin adjusted his suit and pants and sat down on the sofa across from her. “Explosive?”

Ethan in the bath. The expression on his face was one I had not seen before, the specific magnificent outrage of a person who had been placed in water against their will and intended to communicate their feelings about this in the fullest possible terms. His eyebrows were doing something extraordinary. His mouth was open. His arms were out at his sides in the universal gesture of a small person who has been done wrong. I looked at the photograph. I started laughing. The real kind. Sudden and unguarded and entirely genuine, the kind that arrived before you decided whether to let it, the kind I had been learning to stop managing and just have.

"Good morning to you too. I could say the same to you. What's with the face?" "My face? There's something wrong with it? Could you be more specific? Is it this?" He crossed his eyes and puckered his lips. "Or this?" His features changed into a monkey like face, cheeks puffed out and moving his ears. I always wished I could do that. It was cute. "Or maybe this one?" He stuck his tongue out to touch the tip of his nose while his one eye wondered, making me crack up. "Yes! Definitely that one. It's just your entire face." We both were laughing so hard that my desk was shaking.

Spontaneously I looked away and swallowed hard because I just got caught! "W-what?" I answered Arta's question nervously. Arta lifted his head from above my thighs, he straightened his body then looked at me with a reliable face, "Are you satisfied with my face?" he asked still expressionless. The unfortunate thing about Arta is that he has a handsome face but minimal expression. He rarely expresses excessively when responding to speech or talking to people.

The grey man held an expressionless face, and a screen materialised in front of him, obscuring the view that Lila had only managed to hold for a few moments. She could feel herself putting on a pout of disappointment as she leaned over to the side to try and see around the screen, moving back to stand up straight when she found that she couldn't, shrugging anyway after the attempt, not particularly caring anyway. In that moment, she was thankful for all those pre programmed expressions that she had trained her body to make.

Alright. She was unable to resist. Luke forwarded several pictures of Anne, each one more adorable than the last. One in which she was sound asleep, another in which she was beaming broadly... Anne was stunning. She had a small, delicate nose, rosy lips, soft, fair cheeks, and large, sparkling eyes that formed perfect crescents when she laughed. Felicia stared at the pictures with stinging eyes. In an attempt to relax, she put down her phone and peered out the window.