Novel & Cerita Facefart Story

“Hooh, then, loser has to…post on Instapost an embarrassing photo of themselves.” “Oi, you’ve done that with my picturesss already.” “Alright, I’ll go first—” “Don’t ignore me—” He does just that, holding up one of his cards as he pops some chicken into his mouth. “What does it mean to get face-washed?” Instead of continuing my protest, I try to think about it honestly. I know it can’t actually be to wash your face, but… “Uhm…hit your face on the ice?”

He asked but just as the words rolled from his mouth, a thunderous slap landed on his face. Faricenda's eyes were very red, the tears she has been holding in that cubicle. "Everyone of you lied to me, everyone of you! You never told me he was my mate, I looked stupid right? Why do you look like my mother? Why has everyone of you lied to me?" She threw questions at them but none of them could talk.

Atlas stared at me while I spoke, a light smile on his face. “And then, he went on his knees and begged," I laughed out with Rosie and Anna, the food on the table forgotten. Both Rosie and Anna had been attentive while I was telling my story and I felt bad for lying to them. “That did not happen!" Atlas exclaimed, pressing my cheek playfully. He went along with the make believe story I was telling, not even minding that I was lying to his family. “It did, I remember it clearly. You just can't admit it in front of your family," I stuck my tongue out at him playfully.

I blurted out. Turning around, I wanted to explain myself, but I ended up in Michael's arms. When I saw the smile on his face, it hit me that I'd taken his bait. Immediately, I was embarrassed by what I said. Chuckling, Michael grabbed my hands and raised them over my head, pinning them against the wall. "You said it yourself. I didn't force you."

“That depends. Only if you are speaking truthfully.” There was no way he would know if I was lying or not, so I swiftly concocted a story. “Since I was young, I had the perfect family. We would always eat and pray together. I am focused on family, and that is what shaped me. My brother and I are very close. I am a person who enjoys reading, I am calm and collected, I think with my head and—” “Pfft.” He covered his mouth with his hand as if trying to stifle a laugh. “I must apologize, your fabricated story made me want to laugh.”

I curl my palms to the side and count to ten. He notices the fury in my eyes yet smirks shamelessly. ‘Far better. I cannot believe you have been hiding them all this while. I am upset, ladies. I never get to see pretty faces. The young budding ladies-ah!’ The Old Bald Fart chuckles like a dirty pig taking a swig of his ‘blood frappe’. (It could be whiskey, mocktail, or plain coconut water for all I care. It’s blood-red, which makes it disgusting. His ugly pale hands around transparent glass worsen it.) His lust-dripping eyes rape Huine and me openly as he reluctantly tears it away and faces my fuming mate instead.

“Ugh! Zane told me it’s been a long time he dated” “It similar with same plight. Zane has a huge ugly scar on half his face and it doesn’t seem to heal any time soon and it’s really irritating more than you can ever imagine” Ew, what d’ fvck! Is this a made up story? “Before you, I match made him with one other lady who broke up with him immediately after seeing a picture of him. At first, she thought it was photoshopped, confirmed with a video call and broke up with him right away. Zane is afraid that you might also do the same to him; I’ve seen his face, he got the fresh-looking scar from an accident. Trust me, it’s irritating” She said and my eyes widened as I read the long message. At th

She smacked her lips together, ignoring his question, "I just want ice cream. It's okay if you're out of them, but that is no excuse to pretend to be someone else," "I swear, I am not pretending! Okay, I know we had the worst of memories but I'd recap only so you'd believe me," he pressed, allowing her to roll her eyes. He tore a sheet of paper and scribbled something on it before folding it and handing it over to her, "Fareeda helped me out of prison, on the condition that I get plastic surgery, never tell anyone, and never go back to America. I know she has eyes here and they are watching us interact with each other, but I have wanted nothing more than to live to beg for your mercy and for

I paused as he rolled his eyes. "Everyone that has seen me has been asking what happened to my face and body including your mother, and siblings. I have been lying to them that I had an accident. No thanks to you! I wish I could tell everyone what you did to me, but unfortunately, I can't cos I will be stigmatized and become a laughing stock in the pack and I don't think I will be able to cope with that," I said slightly out of breath.

I said and tried to walk past him but on my way I accidently pushed him aside which caused him to trip and fall face first into the paint. Oops! He slowly turned and I saw his whole face and body was covered in paint. It was supposed to happen in the morning but still it took effect in the way I wanted. I started laughing holding my stomach looking at his funny face. He wiped his face with his hand and glared at me but I couldn’t control my laughter. Oh I wish I had my phone to capture this moment!