Facefart Story Novels & Stories

He walked in front of me and squatted I was surprised He was a young man with a scar on his neck But he looked like he was devilish He grinned Voice :I'm Clint and you gave me what I enjoy most for the past two days My confusion was clearly written on my face He brought up a mirror and showed me my face I gasped in pain My hair was cut off My long hair My tears fell when I saw the sight of my face As if I was a thief under jungle justice Me: what did you do to me? I said as my voice cracked and my tongue tasted the salty liquid flowing into it Clint: don't cry darling. I would have gone easy on you but I'm a rough one. I don't do nice and easy Me: what? He walked to a table and took a tablet

How could I ever help anyone else over you? Then he turned to me, his voice laced with frustration as he said, "Magnolia, I know you're afraid of your birth father finding you and selling you off for some cash. "But if you just tell us the truth, Nev and I will help you. What you shouldn't do is make a scene at my grandmother's birthday banquet and falsely accuse Nev. "Nev is gracious enough not to hold it against you. I suggest you stop while you can." Hearing this, the crowd's gazes toward me turned even harsher.

"The truth is I'm not beautiful, I have lived with this face for 22 years now. I got bashed I got hated because of how ugly my face is, every single time my father beats me because he felt frustrated he felt like he doesn't have money and even his daughter is an ugly duckling, there was a day he beat me at night and I fought back and ran out of the house that's when I ran into Camille that night and she helped me. She asked me about my story and why I was running I told her my story, she told me that I can have a pretty face too, so the next day she took me to a clinic where we got the face mask that I was always wearing and now earlier today she let me know that she loves my husband and she

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.

On reaching the parking lot, sakeena asked him to drive if he wasn't comfortable with her driving them. She know men and their ego of letting a woman drive them. Jafar didn't think twice before collecting the key . On their way to the restaurant, they shared different story about themselves. They got comfortable with each other without any tension inbetween. Anyone from outside would think they were a couple when in fact they are just an employee and employer. " you should have seen my face when I later found out that it was really a fake snake. I nearly killed Rahama" sakeena ended her story while jafar laugh hard. It was the story about her university life when she and Rahama were still fr

I froze, trying to keep my face neutral as I said, "Nothing." Her gaze snapped to me, narrowing dangerously as she said, "Adrian DeLuca, did you just fart in your hospital bed?" I rubbed a hand over my face and said, "It wasn't a fart, it was just air pressure." "Oh my God," she said, leaning back in the chair with mock horror while she tried to fight back her laughter. "You almost died two days ago, and the first thing you do when you wake up is gas-bomb me?" I fought back a grin as I said, "Hey, be grateful. That was a gentle one."

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.

I split my thought on his face “And actually I do,” he lied, I can tell “No, you don’t” I defended, you just manipulate “I do and with the time being you’ll too,” he jeeringly challenged me, Oh never in my world, “I’ll Never!” I exclaimed in annoyance “Ahan? Is that so?” he exclaimed teaser “Yes,” I said with a pouty and furrowed face, staring at his tempting sharp face “Oh, don't look at me like this, that little pouty face turns me on," he said and I looked away, "Since I’m happy then why don’t we celebrate it?”

Everyone sat still, listening to me keenly as I narrated my story. "I refused their terms, of course, as I knew Nicholas' plans. To cut a long story short, I was involved in a ghastly accident as I was running away from my sister, who was threatening to have me arrested. My entire face was destroyed, and if not for this man–" I gestured towards Ivan, and everyone turned to look at him. "–I would have been dead. He is a plastic surgeon who reconstructed my face to what it is right now, and to him, I owe my life." My eyes spoke volumes of gratitude for Ivan and he nodded his head humbly

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.