Facefart Story Novels & Stories

He was smiling and this time it was from his heart. I rested my head on his lap, and he still had his clothes on, "Stubborn cat, did you think my first approach towards you was wrong?" he asked. I have got two answers to his question, the truth which I dare not say, and the fabricated one which will suit his mood. "Can we talk about this later," I said romantically. He kissed me on my forehead and I felt his warm expression. I have promised myself not to fall for his craftiness, everything I will do here is to survive.

"Let's go - I said and he nodded. And we both went to hall for having our breakfast. We all sat for breakfast on our seats. As usual uncle and danish went to office seeing ahad and me. Angry birds!!!! Humphhhh!!!! We started having and hadiya was making faces as we were eating paratha and hadiya was having salad and black coffee. "How can you eat paratha with so much ghee (Saturated fat) dripping - said hadiya making disgusting face. "Dadi you know I heard a thing in my childhood - I said smirking. "What izzah - said dadi. "That if someone make weird faces then their face will be forever like that only and hadiya your face is already like a chimpanzee and if your face will be more weird then

“As long as I have my made-up evidence, they’ll believe me. The internet is a sucker for emotional stories.” I chuckled softly and shook my head before lifting my phone. “Too bad they already know who the liar is,” I said, a satisfied smile curving my lips. “Nate Stanford, the big baby who couldn’t accept the fact that the woman he discarded is now a big shot.” He was airing live on i*******m. “Get that camera out of my face!” he yelled, trying to pry the phone from my hands. Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, drove my heel straight into his shin, then shoved him hard in the chest. He lost his balance instantly, stumbling backward and landing flat on his backside on the concrete

I said, looking at him. He pouted, feigning hurt. “Okay.” He turned, facing the other side. “Oh, really now!” I exclaimed, tickling him. “Stop!” He laughed, rolling in the bed. “Are you still mad at me?” I asked, refusing to stop. “No! No! I'm not. Please stop!” He begged, laughing hard. I stopped after noticing tears in his eyes. He stared intently at me. “How did we meet?” I smiled, deciding to deceive him. “We met at a gala party and you fell hard for me. You were crazy in love with me.” I lied, giggling happily as I saw the expression on his face.

I still cannot hide how hilarious I find his deformed face. “We’d be opened, we have to tell everyone what we faced, we need to heal and train harder for this” I say and force myself to stand.

So he went all out and struck the man in the eye. FARHISTT and his mother fucker pals decided to put on a show. He was still nervous about the plan, but he claimed it was the quickest way to discover whether Abhaya still loved him and could forgive him. When she found out they were set up again, he knew a woman could hate him, but he and Farhistt were desperate and suggested. They even hired people to create realistic-looking goons. Thanks because its working!

Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex. We went on a date together and after that we decided to have sex, I thought the sex was gonna be good cause he has a nice body and a nice dick but it was terrible. He kept on moaning about how good at sex he was and how my boobs made him super horny. When I was giving him a blow job he wanted to spit on his dick but he spat on my face instead. "Oh my God sorry!" He said to me when I was cleaning the spit off my face. "but the spit on your face did make me super horny." He laughed and I had no choice but to laugh as well. A fake laugh that is.

" Kai recently returned from his surgery trip, and he's doing just fine. It seems like everybody is sick these days." Rosaleen responded in her usual silent hmm. Maybe it occurred to Ronnie as exasperating, she didn't know because he pressed his lips together. It didn't matter. She saw Zara striding towards them in exuded confidence. She stood tall and her movement was firm. Zara flashed her a smile as she click clack clicked towards them, her shoes making that sound. She embraced Rosaleen tightly and they shared a short peck on their cheeks. Zara's smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light as she shared her holiday experience with them.

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Donna Aria, the obedient, submissive wife, died on an operating table two years ago. Now, I am Nyx. A mysterious, world-renowned artist people pay millions to see. I had my facial bones reconstructed. That gentle, pleasing look was gone. Now, I looked cold, stunning, and lethal. Even if Killian stood right in front of me, he wouldn't recognize me. I never wanted to step foot in New York again. But two weeks ago, my independent art foundation and European citizenship got blocked. Killian, that psycho, stopped my ruling in the Chicago courts.