Facefart Novels & Stories

I pursed my lips and hesitated. "I promise I won't peek" I assured him. He laughed. I even felt his face move. "I know. I trust you" he said with a smile. I could only tell he smiled because of his facial movement. I started to familiarize his face. The simple details that I can feel from my fingertips. Jonas has a round shaped face, downward turned lips, pointy nose, one monolid and one double lid eye. "I'm so nervous I think I might fart" I blurted out.

She instructs me, editing our pictures. I do as she says, I open a Beastly Beauty T*****r account and add a photo of me in lingerie, kneeling on her bed with a lollipop in my mouth. A mask covers my face, I look unrecognisable, I don’t think anyone would ever know it’s me.

I heard Jaffy groaned in defeat. "You know what? You can tell us what kind of air should you be breathing so that I can buy you a tank of it, so you don't have to wear that bullshit?" He bleats and tosses the tissue at the table. I couldn't stop laughing at what he said. Because his face looks like he want to swallow people in whole. Given that he'd only finished eating. "Can I just look at your face for a second? Simply don't breathe when you take off your mask. Please, even for 5 seconds?" Miette begged, If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought she'd kneel in front of me.

I placed my forehead on his arm to take deep breath. " Sorry I ran away from there but I could not hold my laughter anymore. It was hilarious. You should have seen your face. You looked absolutely shocked. I literally scared her as well. Did you see her face? " I said and kept laughing. He was smiling like anything. " You scared me as well. But now please stop laughing and come inside with me. " " Wait, I can't control my laughter. My famous laughter fit has hit me. " " What is your famous laughter fit? "

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

I was about to talk when he walked past near me, he walked like he doesn't know me at all, he walked like he just bumped a stranger I grabbed his arms to stop him, but he just slapped my hands in return. He walked straight, not even giving me a glance It hurts, I'm hurt, I can feel a hot liquid that is about to fall from my eyes, I hurriedly run inside the comfort room and washed my face I stared at the mirror while wiping my face with a tissue. "Is this karma? So karma works in seconds" I faked my laugh After I pee I went out and walked back to the cinema when I saw Oab talking with Jeed and..and Off

he grins and pecked her face. Anna grimaces and almost gagged. "You're so heartless! You dare call all this marks you gave to my face a mere drawing? Is this a joke or what? Don't you realize this marks are going to be there forever and...." "Except you do a surgery. If you do a surgery your face will look smooth and sexy again" he intruded with a short laugh.

"Well since you are so genius and you've figured that I want to be left alone then why are you bothering me?" "Let's say, I don't like to see sad faces especially if that face is this beautiful." He winked again. "God... get your eyes checked. And you are what a clown who can't stand sad faces?" "I am not, but... I can be that for you." He said and dipped his index finger in a ketchup bowl and painted it on his nose as he started making weird faces. "Hello beautiful, my name is Mr. Laughter and I make people laugh." He said it in a childish tone.

Spontaneously I looked away and swallowed hard because I just got caught! "W-what?" I answered Arta's question nervously. Arta lifted his head from above my thighs, he straightened his body then looked at me with a reliable face, "Are you satisfied with my face?" he asked still expressionless. The unfortunate thing about Arta is that he has a handsome face but minimal expression. He rarely expresses excessively when responding to speech or talking to people.

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.