Facial Expressions Book Novels & Stories

“Dude, what can we do?” Both of them could only surrender, continue their activities packing their luggage, preparing to go home. Debbie could not hide her mood, all read on face which was basically a minimal expression. Debbie's face figure is not a cheerful, sweet, unsightly combination type. Perhaps the reason she is difficult to make friends and be approached is also part of the basic or everyday facial expression mistakes she has. her sour and stiff face could be mistaken for someone else's. Too strict lines of the face give a strong impression of unfriendliness. It took almost a semester for her to be able to talk and make friends with classmates other than her peer Amy. Now that Amy i

I had an argument sorry it's not an argument but it's a fight, like a heated argument with this man, but due to my insane like destiny I happened to meet this man again. He is watching me with a hint of amusement and surprising and also a kind of anger on his face. But I'm wondering how can a man show this many kind of expressions on a single face. I guess if he tried for an actor job I'm sure he will nailed it the Oscar award without any competition. His face slowly turning to a little smirk like he is challenging me to do more fun or it's a threatening I can't sure clearly. My face is colourless and excited at the same time... Cause he is way too handsome. Dumber me I had to remember tha

Looking at himself, he smiled slightly. A slender body with long thin arms and legs stood exactly as if he were in the very center of attention. The snow-white skin that retained its tenderness just shone in the darkness. Curly black hair that touched his broad shoulders made him look sophisticated. And what is most noticeable is his facial expression was the kindness. The expression of a person who has all the best qualities according to philosophers. The expression of an unhappy person. His big black eyes that are always full of questions, his straight nose, his scarlet lips that are always curved in a nervous smile, all this was the face of a person who has all the benefits that can

Reminding me of the look on my mom's face whenever she was bothered or disappointed. I always stare at people’s face, not that it was a hobby or a thing of mine, its not that I felt great when I look at people's eyes and its definitely not a habit either. I just like seeing expressions, different set of reactions whether it was a faked smile to hide pain, a laugh of bitterness, a hint of unnerving jealousy or a poker faced response. It would always bring a wave of excitement and an unending thrill to my boring life.

Then at the mug. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at it. His face did nothing. That was how she knew it was bad. When it was manageable his face did the controlled thing, the jaw, the eyes, the specific boardroom arrangement of features that said *I have this.* When it was something else his face did nothing at all. A complete absence of expression that was somehow worse than any of the others. He read whatever was on his phone. Set it down on the counter.

This was the first time he gave up information about himself so willfully. I gasp, the words flowing out fast now as I defend the actors like it was my life mission, he has an amused smile on his face as he mentions offhand the things that make the book even better. By the time we were done with the food, I was freer, and both of us laughed at a few things from the series. “Agree to disagree.” He says when I point out again that the books may describe emotions, but you could see it on the actor’s expression. He had already said books spoke directly to your heart, so you experience the feeling directly.

So that I didn’t become a woman who pretended to be familiar, or knew whether this man was part of my past or not before I lost my memory. The man gasped, he turned his face away. He pressed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, then smiled coldly. Yes, he returned to the same facial expression, a facial expression that was so cold and untouchable. It was mysterious and also ... scary facial expressions. Who was this man really? "Nevermind, I'm leaving."

After few minutes silence, it recommences. My tooth grit. Which bitch knocks drastically. Is such personnel that daft?!. I growl. My tooth grit harder. My facial veins reddens. They buldge masculinly through my face and forehead. Visible rage clearly roam my face. It sure is wierd and quite scary. I forcefully pull up my chair. I gaze around. My veins gradually retreat. My hardened fierce expression also softens. Calmness slowly returns. Negetive emotions steadily exit. Positive emotions invites.

It was subtle, yet very obvious and she couldn't help but stare at his attractive features. Maria blinked, realizing he had just proved her assumptions about his inability to make that particular facial expression wrong. He was capable of showing positive emotions and his facial muscles had not been crushed by the accident. She knew she sounded like a villain with all those thoughts but she couldn't help herself when all he ever offered were scowls and frowns. He was a hard man to read, that was for sure. But she liked the change though, the way his lips moved and the warmth behind his eyes, and the dimples that emerged when he smiled. She faked a cough to maintain her composure and then bob

"I'm just wondering what exactly-" "I was referring to fucking your mouth," he told me casually and my eyes went wide at his bluntness as his smile broke into a laugh. "Oh," is all I manage to get out and he kissed my forehead a smile still clearly on his face. "You wear your emotions for everyone to see babygirl," he commented and I looked up at him confused. "What do you mean?" "Your face, its very expressive," he answered and I nodded.