Novel & Cerita Face Fart

He didn't seem to mind as his other arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. Ten minutes later, a loud noise startled me, pulling me out from my light slumber. "Fat-ass," I said as I realised that he had farted. "Are you tryna kill me? I think I need a fucking gas mask now?" I let out a loud laugh. "I think I need some fucking ear plugs 'cause that donkey laugh is gonna make me deaf soon," he retorted. I let out shocked gasp. "Shut the fuck up. You love my laugh."

I come face to face with a hooded and dark face. Although this face is right above mine, I can't see a thing. My nose is filled with the appalling odur of this creature. A fartello is directly above me!. My heart begins to bang against my rib cage as fear sucks up my entire body. I begin to breathe slowly through my mouth in a desperate attempt to soothe my heart which is treathening to fail soon.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

She closed her eyes, leaning on my palm, a soft smile tugging her rosy lips. I blurted out, “I took a fart on the heart.” Fk me. Her eyes opened and a laugh bubbled out of her throat. She pulled away and laughed heartily, clutching her stomach, her hair falling on her face. Way to embarrass yourself, Ethan. She fell on the carpet, her chortle echoing in the room, and I couldn’t help but join her on the floor, snickering beside her. “Fart . . . on the heart? Who says that?” she said, taking a deep breath. “You’re so weird, Ethan.”

The one with the better face said and I gave out a short chuckle. Hungry looking bastards!

Kyle rushes to him. “Come out plain and face me if you have the guts!” I growl and look around. “Okay, here I am” the heart eater appears in front of me with a smile. I growl and throw a punch at him, but he dodges. I do that three times but he ducks with little effort. His speed is what I have never seen before. It’s more like he is not even here.

I said and wink at him. I want to f*cking laugh really hard as Death's face is so funny seeing him with his eyes widen in disbelief for what I just did, I look like he really wants to explain and make me take back what I just said, but it’s already too late for that. “Oh…” The girl on the drive thru said. “N-no, it’s not---it’s not like that.” Death tried to explain but the car behind us started to horn at us. “F*ck!” I said and stepped on the gas and drove away. “F*ck you blood f*ck you!” He cursed and made me laugh so hard, I was laughing so hard that I feel like my stomach is already hurting from laughing too much.

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

An intense heat took over my cheeks as I tried to figure out what to do. Then water engulfed my face and I squealed in surprise. A soft chuckle drew my stinging eyes up to Armani's amused expression. He raised a hand to splash me again, but I quickly slapped out at the surface and sent a wave over him, instead. To avoid a return strike, I dove, turning away so I wouldn't see anything I didn't want to. I popped back up about a metre away from him. "That was a good move," he complimented, "but you forget one thing."

I quickly hopped off and I thought my hardships will end there but I'm wrong. The bus is too crowded and it was hard to keep standing. The moment I turned to the left, I quickly turned my head to the right side and stopped myself from vomiting. Someone didn't use deodorant! I regret frowning my face and looking like a Shrek when I opened my eyes. A handsome face was looking straight at me, amused by my reaction. I quickly move my head from the left out of embarrassment, but then the troubling smell welcomed me again. In the end, I kept my face straight in front of me, staring right at the window.