Face-Slapping Mga Nobela at Kwento

He is my only hope in getting out of this alive. My other hand finds his cheek, and I use my nails to grab hard and dig into the flesh I manage to cup there. Piercing into softness and digging with all my might. There’s an angry roar as acrylics connect fully, and he cruelly yanks my face sideways, pushing my body by letting me go with the arm around my waist. I’m spun towards him, and he delivers a brutal slap right across my left cheekbone and eye socket, encompassing a vast area with one sharp smack. A burning, spiky pain that instantly spreads to make you feel like half your skull just exploded and rattles your brain inside its chamber. It knocks me momentarily senseless.

He would be getting off easy. “No, you will slap yourself until she is content, and don’t stop until then. If you show any softness, I’ll be the one to slap you and believe you me, and it would not end well.” Sylvia said, placing her face into his to give off the killing intent she gave at that moment. “Yes, yes.” Said Frank feeling the fear swelling up inside of him. Frank began to slap his face left and right. Soon the red marks were beginning to form as he slapped. Carol stood there watching Frank as he continued to slap his face multiple times. It wasn’t until his face began to swell that she finally released him.

I smiled but the smile got wiped off my face when she smacked my cheeks really hard, her nails tearing off some skin. I held on to the side of my face blinking hard at her. “What did you just do?" It came as a whisper and I saw the triumphant smirk on her face. I refused to cry, I swallowed back the pain as I stared into her smug face. “Slap you, bitch and there is absolutely nothing you can do…” I smacked her hard across the face, that her head flung to the side. There were shocked gasps from around us but I didn't care.

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.

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.

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.