Face Smacking Mga Nobela at Kwento

You either get laid or handbag smack across your face" That made me chuckle. "But don't worry.I won't try that on you.I love my face unharmed" He adds, moving back and flashing me his dimple smile.

"You're making fun of my cum face, aren't you?" "What?" I feigned ignorance. "How would I? Why should I? It's not like you have the most hilarious cum face I've ever seen." His fake frown disappeared and made way for a cheeky grin. "Mine is the only cum face you've ever seen. You know that." I rolled my eyes. Corky bastard. "I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you." I replied. He was right, absolutely right. However, it always gave me great pleasure to deflate and bruise his oversized ego.

he smirks at me and I blush at his remark. Susan hits him on his biceps earning a playful grunt from her brother “You can’t embarrass my friend like that” few more hits landing on the same place. When he doesn’t respond to her like she wished she stops her attack and turns to the other side facing her back to him. Pouting and sulking at the same time. Nobody could resist her pouty cute face.

SHERNEIL. Why was it so hard to smile or laugh? I stared at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tug my lips upward like I see people normally do when they smile. But nothing happened. It didn't look like I was smiling; rather, it looked like I was about to cry, my face scrunched up. This wasn't a smile. This was a grimace. Why is it so hard for me to smile like every other person does? Why don't I find things funny like they do?

Is he trying to be funny? “And the only topic you could pick up to have a talk with me about is just my nightmare? Do you think I am stupid or what?” I snap. The jerk smirks. smirk that earns him a resounding heavy slap from me. And it lands perfectly on his hard face. But instead of my slap shutting him up, it raptured him into deafening laughter. “I am not stupid, Morgan, or whoever you said your name is. Who sent you?” I ask.

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

If he wanted to play dirty I was going to show him that I could too. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth sinking his teeth into it. A smug, cynical smirk spread across his mangled up face. I cocked my head up at him, "Your face looks better than it did before. You should thank my hero!" I sarcastically beamed mustering one helluva fake smile.

“Then stop smiling!” He blinked, his eyebrows shooting up like he had just tasted something sour. “Wow, did not know my smile was such a crime scene for you.” He let out this awkward little laugh, but you could tell it stung, just a bit. Honestly, who knew a grin could spark that much drama? He looked away for a second, like he was trying to remember if he had accidentally spat words at me or something. Jeez, maybe next time he will just stick to the classic resting neutral face and call it a day. “It does! Every time you smile, it is like you are mocking me. Like you have already won.”

” She rushed with an apology, but I quickly shook my head and touched her lips to silence her. ”Shush, my dear, it's not you. They look at me. It's been a while since they have seen me smile so wholeheartedly.” I smiled at her and stole glances at the crowd, ”Or they had never seen me this way. They probably know me by one facial expression: grumpy. I am laughing now, thanks to you, so don't apologize. Enjoy that.” I leaned and pecked her nose before linking everyone to continue the party, but the shock was more substantial than my suggestion, and nothing happened.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”