Face-Slapping Novels & Stories

He squatted to my height, and trailed his fingers round my jaw. "You are so beautiful, I want to see how it feels when you scream my name with those lips, '' he whispered to me, looking at me lustfully. My blood boiled, how dare he stoop so low, I slapped his face hard, staring at him angrily. He laughed like a maniac, holding his face.

he asks, trying to fix the problem. Brian does not listen and gets closer to him. The man notices; this time, he slaps the gun away from his hands. Brian and Chris are shaking. The man grabs him by the throat, lifting him in the air. Chris tries to stop him from choking his partner to death, but he pushes him away. He fell to the ground hard. Brian tries to punch and kick his way out, but that made the man even angrier. He lets out a monstrous roar in front of the officer's face.

I threw the outfits in her face, making sure some shards of cloth fell into her meal in the process. “You arrogant bitch!” she yelled in anger as she pushed them out of her face, aiming to slap me, again. This time I suspended her palm midair with my left hand and I hit her hard across the face, pouring all my anger into that one slap. She staggered backward, holding her cheek in pain as she glared at me with venom in her eyes,

The... fuck?? I stand frozen for a fraction of a second, my hand instinctively flying up to cradle my throbbing, burning left cheek. The stinging heat of Brooke's palm radiates through my jaw, and something inside me snaps. Before my brain can even consciously register the movement, I pull my shoulders back, spin my hips, and launch my right hand forward, delivering a hard slap directly back across Brooke’s perfectly powdered face.

He didn’t "Damn it Jaspe, fucking let me go, I'm gonna throw up." I huffed and pulled away from him, looking at him but his hand rose fast and struck my face. The slap cracked across my cheek sharp, and stinging, head snapping to the side, fresh blood blooming on my lip where the old split reopened. I screamed in shock and cussed but another slap landed harder on the other cheek burning and my vision blurring. Another came again, backhand this time knuckles grazing my jaw, and pain exploding white-hot across my face.

His face drew even closer to mine, the heat of his breath brushing against my skin. "You will do as I say, or else you will not like the outcome," he threatened, his tone heavy with menace. Disgust twisted in my stomach at the disdain I detected in his expression, making me feel sick. In a spontaneous act of defiance, I spat in his face. "Fuck you," I yelled, my voice trembling with anger and adrenaline. Suddenly, everything changed; the next moment caught me completely off guard. A sharp, stinging sensation exploded across my cheek as Mr. Lupu slapped me with full force, leaving my face throbbing and my senses reeling.

Alex says with a malicious grin on his face. “Stop that!” I yell terrified. “We could have done this the easy way at the club, but you decided to be dumb instead,” he grumbles as he tries to take off my leggings. Desperately, I lean my head back and then I smash my forehead as hard as I can against his face. The impact makes me dizzy. My vision gets blurry and it takes me a few seconds to be able to focus again. Alex howls with pain as he stumbles back. He covers his nose with both hands, he is bleeding profusely. I smile at my small victory. Alex looks daggers at me and he slaps me right in the face so hard that, for a moment, I don’t totally realize what happened and then I feel the heat o

Smack! Philip slapped Yasmin's face! Yasmin's face was slapped so hard that it snapped toward the other direction. There was a fiery pain on her face! Yasmin widened her eyes and stared at the guy in front of her with disbelief all over her face. She roared hysterically, "You useless piece of sh*t, you dare to f*ck with me? Do you know who I am?" "Ha ha." Smack! It was another heavy-handed slap on her face!

“The deal goes both ways!” “The business didn’t go as you planned, but friendship matters too.” “Please! For my sake…” Slap! Idris swung the back of his palm across Thomas’s face, slapping the latter to the ground. He was so fast, nobody could even tell what happened. “What right do you have to stand in front of me, you bald f*ck?!” “Trash like you have no say here!” “Slapping you is a waste of my energy!” Idris then stomped on Thomas’s face.

I kept my face schooled, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me cringe in fear and I stared at him fearlessly. "I know you want it." He breathed down on my face, and I could smell his stank breath with a sprinkling of onions in it and it took everything I had not to recoil back in disgust. "I can see it in your eyes." "I'm pretty sure the only thing in my eyes is disgust." I threw back and he moved back, and so fast I didn't expect it...he slapped me in the face. At such close range, I couldn't duck to avoid it. Instead I waited for each horrifying second until I felt the sharp crack against my cheek.