Flinch Synonym Novels & Stories

said Flax with an evil grin . Justin glared at Flax for what he just said and totally snapped . He was really angry and suddenly grabbed Flax's punch . Flax was startled to see his sudden change . When he looked at Justin's eyes that were filled with anger , he felt an uncomfortable chill all over his body . " Don't you dare to speak about my mother like that ! " said Justin with an angry tone . " Does the truth hurt you ?! " said Flax with a smirk , trying to not show the pressure he felt from Justin's eyes .

Students, shoppers, strangers, everyone pressed closer, eager to watch. I froze in shock. Flint rushed toward us, his steps fast, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes went straight to Amy, not even glancing at me. The first thing he did was shove Evelyn’s hand away. “Don’t be disrespectful to Amy,” he barked. Evelyn stumbled back, glaring at him. My chest throbbed painfully as I stepped forward. “It wasn’t Evelyn. It wasn’t me either. Amy…” “Stop.” Flint cut me off, his voice sharp.

“I’m helping you here.” “Okay okay,” I said. “Sorry. Go ahead.” “Flinch your eyes. Like this. Do it.” I did it. “Good. So when you’re playing, flinch your eyes like that. They focus faster. Your whole body follows. You’ll find yourself moving quicker without even thinking about it.” I nodded slowly. It was simple. Almost too simple. But Liam didn’t give advice without meaning it. “Thanks,” I said. He grinned. “You never know. Maybe you’ll make captain one day.”

I reply. He flinches—like those words hurt more than any punch.

Pain sears through us, and Flint growls, but he doesn’t turn his head to face the attack head on because it would slow us down. Another burst of pain hits us as his tail is assaulted, then his left flank. This time, Flint wheels his head around and strikes back. Blood fills his mouth as he takes a chunk of flesh from a wolf’s shoulder. Still, Flint pushes on dodging to the side as another attack comes from the left.

Fred burst into laughter. Fred wasn't exactly wrong—without using memorial coins, the small flute could do him little to no harm! As he laughed, he struck. Fred lunged forward, his chest squirming uncomfortably, turning into a large mouth with grotesque teeth. It was terrifying! His head quickly swelled, growing twice its size in a matter of seconds. "How repulsive," Felix uttered, his face twisting in disgust. At the same time, he launched his soul attack, and Fred took a step back—fear apparent on his face.

He clapped his hands loudly, startling me. I, also, might have let out a girly shriek of surprise when Flinn lunged at me. I dodged and got into something resembling a fighting stance as Flinn turned to face me. There was a cold smirk on his face as he straightened and walked towards me at a purposeful, yet slow pace. My hackles rose with irritation at the underlying mocking at his pace. I can do this, I told myself, and prepared for his attack.

If you won't, I will. And I'll make sure to wish for something properly spiteful." He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment. "That your fluffy boobs will sag or something." "You wouldn't." My gaze cooled. "You know I would. It's typical me." A statement that was entirely true. Flinn was that sort of obstinate, much like me. We weren't yin and yang; we were two fucking yins who somehow still managed to complete each other.

Jeremy’s breath steamed in the cold, ragged and raw. The doors banged wide. Flinco strode into the deluge, rain flattening his hair, drenching a suit that screamed money but couldn’t buy him guts. His smirk was a knife’s edge, begging to be wiped off. The first punch hit like a freight train. Flinco’s fist smashed into Jeremy’s jaw, a wet crack that sent him staggering back into the mire. Pain flared hot and bright, but he swallowed it, swung back. His knuckles—adorned with that gaudy pinky ring—slammed into Flinco’s ribs, hard enough to feel cartilage buckle. Flinco wheezed, doubling over, but he was up too damn quick.

And when it was Flint’s turn, she looked at him expectantly. “I love the meadows in La Cortinada.” His eyes curved when he smiled and winked at her. Hannah turned her head in front and reached for a glass of water as she shook her head. She doesn’t know why Flint keeps playing with her. They have a term for that. What is it? Ah. Flirting. He always finds time to flirt with her. Maybe because he was comfortable with her. Not wanting to read anything different, she just shrugged it off.