Facefart Story Novels & Stories

The other guy approaches me and begins picking at my hair with both of his index fingers and thumbs. "No." He shakes his head, continuing to poke and pull at my hair. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." He raises his hands in frustration. "What exactly is this?!?" He motions to my hair. "You appear to have fought a tornado... and the tornado won." Nat laughs, and the man who told me to get up turns to her, saying, "Oh, honey, I'm not laughing. If there was a zombie apocalypse, your face would cause the zombies to have a heart attack... and die... again."

He and his men laughed like I had told them the funniest joke ever. Human, that's a funny joke. Today is going to be fun. Let me touch your princess and see if I turn into meat. He said it in a joking way as he got closer to me. He reached out and put his hand on my cheek. I spat on his face because I didn't like him.

"Although you haven't changed a lot and are still as sarcastic as before, I'll nevertheless help you but I don't know when I'll come back to the country. I'm not ready to visit that old man yet…" "You don't need to be present. I only want to make use of your face and I have it here already," Richard confessed. "What do you mean by you have my face there already? How's it even possibl… hyper-realistic face mask? You actually...how could you reduce my handsome face to something you could mimick, play with and discard at will!" "I could only come up with your face when I thought about the face to use. Since it's easier to recreate plain faces, I opted for yours," Richard said offhandedly.

She immediately covered her ears and cried out, "I don't know anything! Everything she said was a lie! The paper that I wrote was fake too! Stop recording me! I'm going to file lawsuits against each and every one of you! I won't let any of you off the hook!" Meanwhile, Jasper's eyes turned hollow as he clutched the slip of paper that showed Rose's conversations with her classmates' fathers. There were even some explicit photos that had been censored, courtesy of me. "Impossible… This must be a ruse… It must be fake… Nat wouldn't behave this way. None of you is allowed to look at her! Stop looking at her!" He then began swinging his fists, attacking everyone within reach like a lunatic. His h

I cried more and used my white handkerchief to wipe my tears. Taking a deep breath, I sniffled right into the microphone for them to hear it. Raising my gaze again, “My dearest people, I can assure you that… this video is nothing but fake. Created by those who wish me evil. Those who are jealous of how much you love me.” My voice was getting stronger now, more confident. "They took my father's face, my face, and twisted them into something evil because they can't stand seeing me happy.”

he teased, his laughter echoing through the park. I glared at him, my own mischievous plan forming in my mind. Light bulb moment. In one swift motion, I lifted my ice cream and smeared a dollop across his cheek. He froze, blinking in surprise. “Hahahahaha!” I laughed so hard, clutching my stomach. His face—so stunned, so childlike—was priceless. “That’s what you wanted, huh?” he asked, his lips twitching with amusement. Then, in one smooth movement, he cupped my face… and smeared ice cream all over mine.

The disgusting grin on his face when he brought his face close to mine. And at the same time, he brought his hands upon my face and slapped me hard. I groaned in pain as my face twisted to the side, wondering why my life was filled with so much misery. The bald man wiped his lips and stared at me, “There there. You're only going to make it more fun.” he smirked as he placed his hands on my dress, wanting to tear it apart.

He said nuzzling his nose in my hair. "Yup" I yawned "I would tell you what I like, but you're sleepy so I'll tell you tomorrow" He smiled. I moved closer to him as I said "Should I tell you a joke?" He chuckled "Okay, tell me" "Seven billion faces in the world, but yours is the only one I wanna sit on" He bursted into laughter "Jeez Vanilla, sex jokes". His hand tightened on my waist, I smiled feeling content at the sound of his laughter.

I watched him critically think for some minutes before he suddenky realized. "You're Lyra, the girl with the… um… the face?" As he tried to think about the perfect word to describe my pimples and horrendous appearnace, he gestured towards his face, waving his hand over it like it was a sort of mask. I hated that that was what people knew me by, not by how hardworking I was, or how kind I was but by how I looked like. They see one thing, one defect they suddenly make that your narrative. I could not help but wonder if that narrative woukd change if it evee came to their knowledge that I had deceived Asher and slept with him.