Face Smacking Novels & Stories

“What is so good about smiling or having a cute smile? How ridiculous!” He groaned angrily. “Does she like him because he smiles cutely at her? Oh, I can do that too.” Staring at the mirror, he forced a smile. It felt so different, so he held his cheeks to make the smiling face. However, his smile wasn’t in any way cute, it looked scary and mean…

Then I brushed my hands through my hair so they’d think I was making my move. “Awwn, you’re such a nice friend. You’re so kind, sure! I’ll give him my number” she smiled “Thank you so much! This means a lot to me since he’s my dear friend” I smiled “But could you just do me this favor and slap me right across the face?” “Are you sure?” She asked concerned “Definitely” I reassured her with my smile. Then her palms struck my cheeks like lightening! I swear I wasn’t ready for that. I think she dislocated my jaw!

A face throwing smack on the face. He doesn't say anything and just turns his face back to me, a much wider grin on his face. " Did you enjoy watching that, love? " I cried out again and gave him another slap. I knew the slaps did nothing to him but it did to me.

I ask. “You’re smiling.” I huff out a small laugh. “I’m not allowed to?” He tilts his head slightly. “You don’t smile like that for no reason.” Jamie slides a glass toward me. “He’s right. That’s your ‘I’m in my head again’ face.” I take the glass, shaking my head. “I don’t have a face for overthinking.” “You do,” Hanna says, glancing up at me with a small, knowing smile. “It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

I won’t be here much longer, so engaging in childish arguments with Camila isn’t worth it. Except, I’m leaving, so it won’t matter if I do. Smirking, I lean a little closer and respond, “At least I’m not two-faced, manipulative, and fake.” The gasp that leaves her body and the enraged flame in her eyes gives me sick satisfaction. Her shocked expression quickly morphs to anger, and her hand moves before I register it. Crack. Stinging pain fills my cheek as her palm connects with my face, sending my head snapping to the side.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

What I meant by invisible frown is a frown behind a smile that only the person you are frowning at can feel, you know that type. "Good evening Ann," Maverick greeted with a smile. Ann eyes was fixed on Whitney but she was quick to divert her gaze to Maverick. "Evening," she returned the greeting with a smile. "Why are you here? The last time I checked, no one is sick? Or doctors do home visits too?," Jimmy asked rudely and Ann was tempted to glare at him but Ann being Ann, never runs out of fake smile. "Jimmy," Lena called through a gritted teeth as she pinch him. "What he is trying to say is, we weren't expecting you" Lena said and Ann smile; fake again.

I whisper into his ears. Receding, he chuckles at my face. "Fuck..." I didn't let him finish the statement. My hand flattens and with the back of my palm, I smack it into his face. The slap cracks the bones of his neck, making his head turn complete one hundred and eighty degrees. He falls to the ground with an inversely positioned head. He would heal, and his head would be back to normal.

No-freaking-one should be disrespected. Then, all my uneasiness was replaced with anger, like how I want to slap some respect and manners in him while he talks to different men with a easy going smile, which is obviously fake. Because I can easily notice the tic in his jaw time to time like his jaw has starting to hurt with all this. And, he is not even a big fan of smile. He prefers, scowling, expression and yeah, freaking snapping, like he has every right to. I shift my attention back to Lucas who is sitting with me.

"How did you know?" She slammed the table. "That wasn't it! Loosen up that face! Smile more! Look elegant." I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and then mustered a smile. She slammed the table again. "Do you know what you look like?" I flashed a genuine smile this time around. "A beauty?" "No. A moron."