Facefart Novelas e Histórias

“Uh, nothing! Talking to myself. Classic stress response.” He said nothing, which was somehow worse than yelling. I slumped into the chair opposite him, arms folded, watching him work. My brain scrambled for ideas. Compliments hadn’t worked. Food hadn’t worked. Maybe I needed to distract him. So I did the only thing left in my arsenal. I made faces. At first, subtle ones, a slight pout, a raised brow, a playful smirk. When that didn’t work, I escalated. Crossed eyes. Puffing my cheeks. Fish lips.

The look on his face as he feigned shock and annoyance was priceless. He looked so funny that I couldn't help but wonder if he really thought the way he looked was even the slightest bit of plausible. “What do you mean by I don’t look mysterious huh? Haven’t you been paying attention to this very mysterious handsome face of mine. Right now you have succeeded in making me and my wolf feel disrespected and because of that your fee has now been extented.” He said with the same corny face and I just laughed uncontrollably, it didn't take long for him to join in the laugh and in no time the both of us were laughing our lungs out.

Cradling her face. *****************************************

Renata said enthusiastically. "Yes, it is." "Bas, look at this," said Renata, drawing a face on the steamy glass wall. "It's me," said Renata, making a smiley face. "This is you." Renata drew a face with pouting lips as she chuckled. "Why am I the one pouting?" protested Bastian. "Yes, your face is always sullen, not smiling; it's scary," she chuckled. "I don't accept it," said Bastian.

She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing. Next, she clicked the Face tab and was presented with the close-up of a wireframe face spinning lazily. On the left edge of the window, additional tabs had appeared: Face shape, Eyebrows, Eyes, Nose, Lips and Ears. The character’s face would change instantly depending on her choices. Face shape: Round, Square, Oval, Heart. Kate selected Heart. Eyebrows: Flat, Angular, Round, Damon Salvatore, Harry Potter, Liam Hemsworth, Zayn Malik, Chris Pine, Henry Cavill, Spock, Oscar the Grouch…

Ziyan, who had just arrived recently, turned out to be quite the center of attention. His tall body, clean white skin, and handsome face still attract women even though he wears simple clothes. Ziyan took off his sunglasses and walked behind the children who seemed to be enjoying themselves eating while enjoying the cheerful music of the children.

Seconds later, like a clear holographic image taking shape out of the dark, the software enhances the facial structure hidden beneath the hat. The software isolates the angle of the cheekbones, the prominent square shape of the chin, and the distinctly narrow, masculine slope of the hips hidden beneath the flowy dress. I lean so close my nose almost touches the computer screen. Fanny gasps, her hand floats to her mouth. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes wide. "Is that . . . is that Fenton?" I'm staring at the enhanced structure of the face on the screen, my throat tight.

The camera zoomed right in on Mom's pain-twisted face and my desperate, frantic expression. "Take a good look, everyone," she said sweetly. "These two tried to scam us for a free treatment. When we caught them, they faked an allergic reaction. And now? Wow, she's pretending to have an asthma attack—acting like she's dying! With talent like this, she should be winning Oscars, not freeloading facials!" The livestream chat exploded instantly with clueless spectators. 'Damn, scammers these days really go all out—risking their lives for a payout!'

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."