Facefart Story Novels & Stories

“What's that with your face, seen a ghost?' I asked. He couldn't respond, but his facial expressions gave me the answers I need. “Well, since you're too happy to see me…why not let us revive our memory abit.“ I uttered, my smile deeping. Smack! I slapped him on the face and held his chin— squeezing it. “How does that f*e? Good?“ I asked him, fingers digging into his skin harder. He grinned widely and then began to laugh. The audacity of him to laugh at face of death. His laughter choked out in a cough, followed by blood. “So dramatic, darling. I thought you’d burn prettier than that.” he finally uttered, still grinning. I didn’t smile. That wasn't a joke but a mock that has to be dealt with.

I would have never seen her true face until I witnessed her trapping multiple men into her charm with one thing matching in all of them. Their Wealth’ “Please let me go, I have done nothing to you, My child is innocent in all of this.” She pleaded, making me frown in disgust. BITCH !! PAA With a tight slap on her face, I threw her away. **** “Eric, where have you been?” My father cried out but stopped when he noticed my new face. It’s been a few months since I was away from him with a new face. Well, he wasn’t showing me surgery, so I found a man, stole his money, and did the surgery.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

As pain climbed high enough to nearly steal my consciousness, he leaned close and said, "I'm sick of this dance. You're worthless now. Go on and die quietly." I sobbed and begged for an answer. I needed to know why. I needed to know what I had done wrong. He seized my chin and forced my face upward. "Fine," he said. "I'll tell you. The one I truly loved was—" I never heard the rest. I died. The memory of that first life left my hands trembling, but it sharpened my mind. I met the messenger's gaze and steadied my voice. "Tell the Don I fell while practicing a few days ago and scrambled my brain. I hate ballet now."

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.

"Of course the one that talking!" Zafrina's mouth was quick, and then she realized that she had been cheated. She immediately changed her face and pointed to Kim. "You're a woman with such a big scar on her face. Do you mean to satirize other people's ugliness? Try to remove your make-up then!"

This time I started dead on to the camera with a confident expression, sitting in a pose that high-level the aura I wanted to send out and my pretty face of course! "What motivates you to be a participant in Korea's Most Eligible knowing how difficult it would be to live with eleven other individuals with many conflicting personalities?" "To be honest…" I paused, holding a sad expression. Right now it was safe to say the audience were now keen on the story behind my sad face. That was good because the next words I was going to say would set off my main camera personality. And what I had chosen for that was… "Of course it's because of the money! It isn't rocket science to figure that out!" I

One with an amused expression and one with an annoyed one. Grian arrived at the coffee shop and explained everything to Fatima. She breathed heavily as she listened to his story. “He wanted me to interview and hire you and so I did and I sort of pretended to be the owner for his sake and-“ Fatima slapped him across the face. He was taken back and he blinked a couple of times, comprehending what just happened. “That’s for lying to me,” she said and he didn’t know what to say. “You lied as well!” Christopher butted in and she glared at him.

She seemed so shock and her mind seemed not to absorb wholely what I just said. I am already getting amused by her reaction. I laughed hysterically and told her that I just made up the story. She run after me and pinch me on the cheeks. It hurts so much that my cheeks stings and it became so red. "Whoa! What happened to your cheeks?" asked Greg who just returned. I glared at Gracelyn. "Did you do that ?" Greg glanced at her. Gracelyn told her the story that I made up. Greg laughed loudly and is slapping the table like a gay.

this people really do have a death wish I started laughing so hard and that halted them in their conversation. “Alright, I can see that none of you are willing to talk, so we shall begin” I got from the chair and walked to my carbonate of terror and yes the name is written boldly in front, anyways, I opened and I smiled, oh how much I love this part. I took out a little knife and I’m sure you are wondering what I will be using it for. I walked over to the guy in the middle. “this is your last chance to speak for forever hold your peace” I said, but still nothing “ alright then, you asked for it” I said and then I started peeling off his face and I can hear is the sweet melody of his screams