Facefart Novels & Stories

She says pouting as she smiles, her brown eyes crinkling at me. “I do.”I say laughing as we move towards our room. “No you don’t.”She says huffing. “Yes I do, You’ve got that face.”I say grimacing. “What face?”She gasps looking appalled. “The gossip face.”I say and She looked offended. “I don’t have a gossip face.”She squeaks as I nod my head at her saying.”You absolutely have a gossip face.”Jasmine gasped as I pointed. “There. You just made it.”I say chuckling as she pouts ignoring me.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I wanted to surprise you about me singing on the stage but feel dejected when i saw you with CJ " He said feeling awful "But that doesn't mean anything " i said "If it doesn't mean anything to you, it mean something to me.. I did the face surgery because i was so embarrassed of my face and every music industry i go, they reject me because of my look, everyone call me ugly.. Do you know the pain i do pass through even my own mother do say the thing she regret most is giving birth to me.. I always try to give you my best smile even though i am deeply hurt inside " he said trying hard not to cry and i swallowed my spit hard

My face turned red and I started to cough harshly. All of a sudden he took out a pointed knife from his pocket, making my eyes go wide. "What? Scared?" He asked and started to laugh like a total maniac. He put the pointed knife on my left cheek and kept laughing. "Should I give you a scar?" He asked but I couldn't hear him. My breathing got so heavy that even the person standing in the corner of the hall can hear me struggling to breathe.. He was about to dig that knife in my cheek but someone snatched the knife away from him and threw it on the ground.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 67 Emily’s POV: The manager at Caffe Farenzo—a tall man in crisp black trousers and a white tee with the café’s logo printed neatly across his chest, walked up to our table with a polite, almost apologetic smile. “Good evening, ma’am… sir,” he began, his voice low but firm, the kind that tried to be respectful even while drawing a line. “I hate to interrupt, but we’re about to close up for the night. The staff needs to wind down. I hope you understand.”

He is just staring at me in disbelief that one second I’m shaking and crying, the next I’m laughing and smiling like nothing happened. “You should get into acting.” Mav says to me and I smile up at him, but I know the smile doesn’t fully reach my eyes. He knows this too. He kisses my orange face and I chuckle as he pulls back with orange face paint on the tip of his nose, lips, and chin. “You got face paint on you.” I say as I use my sleeve to wipe it from him, and he chuckles. “Good luck getting that paint off your face. I wouldn’t be surprised if the orange has stained your skin.” He chuckles and my eyes widen. Oh, well bugger. I didn’t think of that when I applied it to my face.

It probably was because my face had been adjusted that I looked even prettier than before! "You, you're amazing." I looked at Amy in surprise. There were indeed no other thoughts on my mind except my admiration for him. Amy shook his head helplessly and said, "It's too early for you to be happy. After all, a fake face is a fake one. You can't have any other expressions except smiling. Of course, you can't do that either. Moreover, you can't suffer a strong hit. Otherwise, your face will be crooked. Do you understand?"

he told me, and I burst into laughter. "With this face? Isn't that hilarious?" I wondered. "What's so funny, bro?" he asked, surprised. I got up, cleaned my face with my palms, and said, "Everything's funny – the accident, seven years in a coma, and now making a public appearance with this face." "You aren't the first to have met this fate," he said. "Well, I know the Frankenstein monster did," I replied. "I'm not talking about movies," he snapped. "That's my favorite movie," I said.

I smiled and shrugged. At this moment, a sarcastic voice filled with sarcasm rang out from the tree. "Why didn't I see that? Do you put a bunch of powder on your face, then believe that you are beautiful? You know how to joke. What will your natural appearance look like if you shave off that layer of powder and take off that expensive designer outfit?

Love's a strange magic and I love what it's doing to me. Knowing that she has feelings for me makes my whole being joyful. "What's funny, momma?" I asked, making faces at her. "You... You... You're so funny." She said in a fit of laughter and a smile appeared on my face. "I'm glad you find me funny, most people don't." "If I made a video of you showing your innocent child face act to Dean and Karl, they'll laugh forever." She said, her laughter reducing to low chuckles. "You wouldn't dare! They'll never give me peace if they see that, my reputation would be ruined!" I shouted with a feigned sad face and it only renewed her laughter.