Facefart Novels & Stories

"Why not?" "I'm camera shy." The grin on his face widened into something almost wicked. Then, without warning, he crossed his eyes, puffed out his cheeks like a blowfish, and made the most ridiculous expression imaginable—something between a gargoyle and a toddler throwing a tantrum. I blinked. "What… are you doing?" "Trying to make you laugh. Is it not working?" I stared at him blankly for a few seconds—long enough for him to falter, just a little.

"Are you pretending not to know or you really don't see the physical similarities, especially in our you know face?" Chad shakes his head oblivious. His face was totally deadpan, completely smooth. "I don't see it honestly." He paused, watching the frustration marring my features, and his tone turned completely casual. "But well you don't like his face right?" I hesitated, blinking at the weird direction he was taking. "Well...." Before I could finish my statement Chad cut in. "Well, should I make him get a facial surgery," Chad said, his voice as flat and normal as if he were asking if he should change the oil in his car. "Uhmm what do they call it... cosmetic surgery, so he could change hi

Brian is staring him down, not letting the man intimidate him. "How about you take off those stupid sunglasses and let me see you better?" he importunes him. ... "Can you talk? Huh? Can you say at least something? Don't just stand there like a fucking idiot!" he spat. ... How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant.

Anna covered her mouth in disbelief when she saw the male celebrity. In normal times, she also loved the television series that were played by Stephen. “Master, it seems that there’s only one day left before the seven-days period as per agreed on the internet. If his appearance is published tomorrow, it will be a huge blow to Lush Cosmetics,” said Anna. “Do you have the confidence to heal his face by tomorrow?” Stacey thought that she was listening to a story of the Arabian Nights. “His face is already rotten to such a state. Even a skin implant can’t recover his face anymore, right? Are guys serious about recovering his face by tomorrow?”

I had so many questions. “Take it easy, it took me like three weeks to figure out I could walk through walls.” He sits in front of me and starts to laugh. “I can’t believe it. One was my best mate all along.” He chuckles. Not that I asked for it, or thought I’d ever want it, but the idea of having powers and abilities could be very fun, as well as risky. “I figure that your mark relates to your power, from the news they say everyone is different. Mine looks like a circle which is half degraded. Hence, Phasing – disappearing.” I look down at the sun that now sits on my chest, “I guess we’re not going topless to the beach this summer?” I chuckle. Axel looks relieved.

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

“You...stay...here!” “Yes sir! I care about my hide.” “Perfect...where was I?” “That I’m stubborn?” “Right...I was saying that it is your fault that I will die thirty years earlier!” “What an exaggeration...five?” His face is unique, in fact, I burst out laughing to tears. “Oh my god...hahaha...give me a cell phone that I need to capture that face!” Darren doesn’t resist long and he starts laughing too, a little less compared to me, but he laughs.

I shouted firmly. I'm sure my facial expression is already tense and turning red. Lesley laughed, seeing me panic like this "hahahahah, look at your face," Lesley sneered at me. She even laughed repeatedly, seeing my face. I turned my eyes lazily, "oh Lesley, you really helped me," I grumbled. Lesley keeps on laughing, making me even more annoyed "What's wrong with my face?" I protested again. Lesley held her stomach because she laughed "oh my God, that's the funniest face I've ever seen from you" Lesley laughed increasingly, mocking me.

Raising my left brow I asked him looking at him suspiciously. He laughs a little and says, "Though I can't read minds I can understand what is playing inside your mind just by looking at your face." Saying that he giggles. My eyes go wide hearing his words and my hands automatically land on my face. "Is my face so readable?" I ask him in a surprising tone. And he nods his head affirmatively. My lips break down and I make a crying face. I was not aware that my face is so readable. I need to control my facial expressions. Yes. I have to.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I jumped up in fright and whirled, startled at the sudden contact. I was about to give a piece of my mind, whoever it was, but my words stuck in my throat at the sight of a large deep-set of beautiful emerald eyes. His face was clean-shaven. His dark hair was thick and unruly combed into a fashionable style. He was enormously tall and well built. He looked between his late twenties and early thirties. At my startled expression, he laughed and instantly faked a cough in an attempt to cover his laugh when he saw my brows pinched in a frown.