Facefart Novelas e Histórias

I studied him carefully, I noticed the movement between his upper and lower shin, his dimple became pronounced and he looked more handsome. Suddenly, he packed everything back into his wardrobe. "Stubborn cat, under the condition that I feel happy today because of your kiss, I want to be passionate with you. All this while, I only let you feel it but today you will see how the actions take place and you will feel it. I hope this will strengthen our bond, I really do like you, girl." Since I have made up my mind to pretend till I get out I have to deal with it till the end. I faked a smile and I saw Jack acting like an infant. He was smiling and this time it was from his heart.

I take a deep breath wiping away sweat from my face. “GET DOWN HERE!!!!” he screams, holding his jaw. I stick out my tongue, putting two fingers in my ear as I mock him. “Fatty, fatty, come on climb up FAT ASS!!!” I yell, his face goes red. He plucks off his shoe, and throws it at me. I dodge it, making it go over the fence. He isn’t actually fat per say, but he is on the big side with his puffy cheeks that just call my name.

"You said it yourself. I didn't force you." Furious, I kicked him, but he laughed even more cheerfully. Caressing my head, he held me close and said, "That's more like it. What did Joshua turn you into anyway? A weakling? The real Olivia is someone who boldly fights back when something displeases her." The real me was someone who boldly fought back if something displeased me, huh? His words made my eyes redden with tears. I buried my head against his shoulder, but I felt a sense of peace and assurance wash over me.

you name it. The face of countless beauty brands. "Fatty! Are you blind?!" she yelled loudly.

] Paige: [How does it suck to be me? Chris: [Because you don't have a face.] Paige: [How do I not have a face?] Chris: [Do you have a face?] Paige: [Of course, I do. If I didn't have a face, wouldn't I be a monster? Everyone in the world has a face, and I have a face!]

" Kai recently returned from his surgery trip, and he's doing just fine. It seems like everybody is sick these days." Rosaleen responded in her usual silent hmm. Maybe it occurred to Ronnie as exasperating, she didn't know because he pressed his lips together. It didn't matter. She saw Zara striding towards them in exuded confidence. She stood tall and her movement was firm. Zara flashed her a smile as she click clack clicked towards them, her shoes making that sound. She embraced Rosaleen tightly and they shared a short peck on their cheeks. Zara's smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light as she shared her holiday experience with them.

Jasira walked in with a sad expression on her face like she had been doing for the past minutes just that this time the sadness writing over her face was nothing fakeness. She was tripping with happiness inside her. "This is the best." She said politely with a fixed smile as she placed it on the coffee stool. She straightened up her face as he studied her suspiciously. Nah guy, you are not getting anything out of my face. Being with him for weeks had made her perfect her expression. Now, she was also good at concealing her facial expression, courtesy of him. She always wondered how people did it especially when she was young when her father would have expressionless throughout his meeting an

The man with a mask over his face. *

she insisted with an impish grin, spinning me around to face the mirror. Over the next hour, Anna worked her makeup artistry with the zeal of a master painter layering acrylics on a fresh canvas. Lush sweeps of eyeshadow, expertly winged eyeliner, and lashings of mascara transformed my face into a vibrant explosion of glamour. "Damn girl, you're making me look like a troll beside you!" she complained as she fussed with my hair, teasing it into an intricate cascade of auburn waves and curls. I just laughed and batted her arm away playfully. "Oh please, everyone knows you're the hottie in this friendship. You're just making sure I clean up well enough not to embarrass you tonight!"

I left through the manor's secret tunnel, heading straight for the deepest black-market clinic in Chicago. On the cold operating table, the surgical lights blinded me. "I'll confirm this one last time," the underground doctor raised his scalpel. "I'm digging this chip out without anesthesia. It's going to be absolute hell. And once I break and rebuild your jaw, you will never look the same." "Do it." I closed my eyes. My phone screen lit up one last time next to the operating table. A text from Tessa. [Aria, happy fifth anniversary. But your Don is pinning me down right now. You lose.]