Facefart Story Novels & Stories

"Whatever you say." He had brought in a "professional make up artist." A bald, middle aged man that dressed and looked like the poster boy for effeminate gay men who wouldn't shut up about his Hollywood clients. He had spent three hours on my face and by the time he was done, I had to admit that despite his "Megan Fox is a bitch" stories he insisted on blabbing about throughout the entire process, he had done a pretty good job. I looked almost exactly like this Karen Garcia.

God forgive me but I will have an accident because of his unfiltered mouth. "Shut up there, Zeebal! No matter how dirty your mouth is." "Why? What's wrong with what I said?" "Everything you said was bad. As bad as your face." His snout immediately lengthened and took Lyrico and came to the sofa and sat there. "I'm telling the truth. A while ago, I gave birth to someone with a beautiful face. Her face is just beautiful, the one below her, like a dense forest." HAHAHAHAHAHA. skinny I couldn't stop laughing at what he said. I knew he wasn't joking because his face was serious.

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.

She shouldn't confine herself to what happened, so she keeps living the way she knows how. "My darling Carnation!" Carnation closed her eyes in frustration when she heard that voice. Why did she have to cross paths with the baby boss in this state? She forced herself to stand up straight. She faced Farkas with a big smile on her lips. "What are you doing here, Mr. Fast? I guess you're getting lost in the quarters of the niñas?" "Come on! You can call me Fast my baby, darling Carnation," Farkas teased, bringing its face close to her ears. "Have you forgotten it? If my older brother didn't interfere with your physical examination, we're almost ready to have se—"

he stopped and started laughing so hard that he was now clutching his stomach and struggling to keep up with his breathing. "Em pukes all over Cain's face non- stop like bwaa bwaa bwaa, so yuuck. While the other dude trips on Em's vomit while trying to help her. It was so gross but at the same time so exciting to watch. I'm telling you if I posted this on F******k daamn I would be famous!" Ace said finally wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead after 'greatly telling a story'

What is happening to me? I was the first to look away. My eyes rolled as he suddenly squeezed my cheek! He pinched my fvcking cheeks for Pete's sake! Damn! I took him away. I also pinched his nose. Then we both laughed. "So, what is your story?" I asked as the laughter subsided. I stared at the moon while he, stared at me. Even though I wasn't comfortable I just let him go. "My story?" he laughed as if my question was funny. "Well, my life is like a joke."

Fitz made his way toward me and sat down in front of me, l had no option but look at his face. “ my honest apologies for having to meet you at this circumstance”, I could feel the sarcasm in his voice from a mile away. I spat on him, mentally preparing myself for a slap or a punch or something for my action but instead he laughed like a mad man which was like payback because his spit fell right back on my face, I turned my away from him trying to avoid more spits but he pulled my head back in place forcing me to look at him, he wasn't laughing and his face looked more serious, he was way scarier than before.

3 is still gossiping. [STATES...] A man is facing the computer while playing his favorite game, Rules of Survival (ROS). While he is constantly playing, his guardian is constantly telling stories to him. "Some people know that you here because you were born ugly. They brought you here to have plastic surgery." Diego told him. "No! I don't have any plastic surgery. I will punch them all! Argh!" said the man angrily who was just facing the computer and focused on what he was playing. "They say you look like a monster. Hahaha!" it's still a story but it's obviously insulting.

Everyone laughed. "It's not his fault, ma'am. You're just that scary!' Jada smiled and returned to the feast. It was the next morning when Gashface woke up. Feeling the cool breeze pelting his face and his limbs that were almost completely numb, he shuddered. Then, he saw everyone else having breakfast around the table and yelled, "What do you want?! You're all going to jail if I die!" Jada snorted. "Could you stop showing off how much of a coward you are? We would've just left you to die freezing if we wanted you dead.

She was like a magical potion that quenched all my pain anger. " OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We heard Zarah squeal and Faryah let go of me almost instantly to see what was going on. " That's the most beautiful picture I have ever taken in my entire life" Oh lord. Ladies and their emotions. She probably took a picture of when Faryah tiptoed to kiss my forehead. We watched the cartoon they prepared and oh my Allah, it cracked me up. It was a cartoon about the love story of I and Faryah and they called it