Face-Slapping Mga Nobela at Kwento

I uttered, trying to look away He holds my face again to glance at his dick then lift my mouth close to it "Soak it" I command, widen my mouth on it "I want you to swallow everything" He commands again while he forces my mouth on his dirty thing Slap!!! three times on my face "How could you?" He twists my mouth with blood naps out from my mouth I laugh devilishly, staring at him to do his worst He squeezes my mouth filled with blood so badly that I am unable to retaliate

Everywhere was silent for a while, not until they heard Clara sobbing “That video is fake…she..she framed me, perhaps someone make a duplicate of my face or, perhaps a makeup artist…..” A hard slap landed on her face, cutting her words short. It was Macho; he was already standing in front of her ready to pounce on her. She was shocked beyond words as the threatening tears in her eyes fall off freely

"Who are you—" Halfway through my speech, she slapped me on the face, causing my face to turn to the side. My cheeks swelled immediately. Before I could react, the vicious woman grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. She hissed, "Are you that woman who seduced my husband?" Slapping me again, she taunted me. "Sure. You're quite pretty. But you made the wrong move to seduce the husband of Tara Jameson!" Tara Jameson? I searched my mind for the name, but it did not ring a bell.

I mumbled sarcastically, rubbing my cheek as I smirked defiantly. The slap wasn't as stinging hot as it used to be in the past... it felt almost gentle by comparison, a sign of her weakening grip. "That's enough from you... you cunt!" Louisa snarled, as her hand appeared from nowhere, descending swiftly. Slap! Again, my head snapped in the other direction, and this time the slap was much harsher; it had my cheek burning fiercely, my eyes twitching involuntarily, tears daring to break free from the intense sting.

He stumbled backward, clutching his face as blood trickled through his fingers. “You fucking bitch!” he spat, his voice thick with rage. His companions hesitated for a moment, surprised by my defiance, but their amusement quickly turned into something far darker. My momentary triumph vanished as the man’s fury took over. His hand whipped through the air before I could react, landing a resounding slap across my face. The force of the blow sent me reeling, and pain exploded in my cheek, radiating outward. I staggered back several steps, my vision swimming, before my legs buckled and I collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving pavement.

Slap! Before Willa could complete her statement, Gillian raised her hand and slapped Willa hard on the face. The impact left a fingerprint mark on Gillian’s face and made Willa’s face whip to the side. Willa’s hand flew to her face, and her eyes widened in shock as if she couldn’t believe that Gillian would suddenly slap her.

Chloe raised her chin defiantly and cried, “I said! You are still that weak, pathetic, los—” SLAP! Aurora raised her hand and slapped Aurora hard across her face! There was a sharp intake from the crowd. Chloe’s face was slapped to the side. A visible hand mark gradually appeared on her skin. Chloe froze as though she couldn’t believe what just happened. A few seconds later, she suddenly jerked around and screamed: “How dare you—”

My laughter grew louder, my eyes sparkling with mirth. Then, in a swift motion, Cara slapped me, delivering a loud, cheek-stinging slap that left my face red and swollen. The force of the slap was so intense that it made my head jerk to the side, my eyes widening in shock and pain. The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on me, as I stood frozen, my hand raised to my cheek in a futile attempt to soothe the stinging pain. Cara, on the other hand, looked satisfied.

A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from his chest, causing fresh tears of absolute terror to spill over my tightly closed eyelids. "Let me go..." I whimpered, my voice entirely devoid of strength. He suddenly erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that sent a violent shiver of dread straight down my spine. With a sudden, aggressive motion, he shoved my face away, releasing his grip on my jaw. But before I could even draw a breath, the heavy palm of his hand came crashing violently against my cheek. The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt.

Olivia screams and charges at me, causing both of us to fall. A cheer erupts, people surround us as we fight. She claws at me, trying to scratch my face with her acrylic nails and I spend the next minute avoiding her hands. I switch our positions and straddle her, flashing her a smile before I land the first hit, a hot slap to her cheek which instantly burns red. My palm connects to her cheek again, I am about to slap her for the third time when I am pulled away from her.