Face Smacking Novels & Stories

AXLE. "What are you doing here? I asked you not to come back anymore." I asked, staring down at her with utter disgust. She smiled as if taunting me. "Really? Is this it? You're going to throw me out because of that wretched, sniveling piece of shit that-" I smacked her across the face so hard that her face turned red instantly. But it didn't seem to hurt her because the next second she was smiling and shaking her head slowly.

I tried slapping my face, but I only received the pain from my slap. A smile appeared on my lips. Did I really go back to the past?

A smile crept up on my face and he kissed my cheek. He looks so yummy! He wasn't wearing a shirt and for a minute, I wanted to grab him and eat him all up. I quickly looked away to hide my stupid red face. "What were you doing?" I pout. I've been doing that facial exercise for more than a week now and I haven't seen any drastic change. It seemed I’d been stressing my cheeks for nothing. "Facial exercise," I mumbled. He grinned. "I told you that you're perfect just the way you are,"

She had that disdainful look on her face that I just wanted to wipe off with a tight slap across her pretty face "At least I don't go around getting naked in doctor's offices, "I remarked with a sinister smirk and instantly, Monica raised her hand to slap me but I held it midair. She was angry that her breathing had quickened. Her nose flared as her face flushed red. Her eyes shone with venom as she looked at me as if she'd murder me with her eyes

Jackson said with a smile on his face. He did not quickly realize he had been smiling until his cheeks started to hurt, he kept straight face immediately.

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

*Smack* I slapped him tightly on his left cheek. The slap was so tight that his head falls on the other side and we became the center of attention to the people. All the anger that was building up within me and I was controlling all this time was released through this slap. I suddenly felt my cheeks and eyes going red and ears turning hot out of anger. "You have money that does not mean any girl would get ready to do anything for you"

"Wait there and pose, this'll make a great picture." They posed while the man took the picture, groaning in frustration when he saw my face. He strode forward casually and slapped me, right on the cheek. "Smile for the picture or at least stick your tongue out so we know the kind of whore you are."

I need to shut my mouth seriously, I made it clear that I'm not scared but now from the looks of their faces, it seems like I'm provoking them. I press my lips stopping me from saying another word when the bald guy gets up from his seat and slaps me on my right cheek, My head sways right with the violent friction of his hard palm leaving prints on my face, I jerk his hands away with my face and shoot daggers from my eyes, Literally, if someone would've slapped me this hard, I would be crying from the excruciating pain but right now all I can think about is ripping his hands apart for touching me.

My lips trembled so much that my whole face became a grimace. Henry frowned. He frowned. "Face of the one who is about to have diarrhea. From afar, Kendall laughed outrageously. His hair was stuck that night, letting small brown locks slip around his face with the exaggerated access of laughter. "It's the first time I've heard someone resemble passion to a stomach ache. "She commented, finishing washing a cocktail shaker. Emitting a deep sound of disgust, I left my cell phone in the nearest beverage compartment and rehearsed my most genuine disapproving grimace.