Flustered Reaction Image Novels & Stories

Like he knew exactly what he’d done. I straightened up, glaring at him before forcing myself to focus on the chicken again. Cook. Pretend nothing happened. But then— “Why are you standing like that?” I froze. “Like what?” “All stiff and tense.” Shit. I rolled my shoulders and forced a light tone. “I’m standing perfectly normal.” He sat up a little, narrowing his eyes with that annoyingly amused expression. “You’re flustered, aren’t you?” I slammed the cutting board down. “Do I look flustered?”

"You’ll see what I do to you!" She lunges again, her movements erratic and uncoordinated. This time, she overextends, her anger blinding her to the reality of the situation. Her fist cuts through the air wildly, and in her fury, she loses her balance. With a sharp intake of breath, she stumbles forward, her momentum carrying her past me. She falls flat on her face, the impact echoing through the now silent gallery.

Chaos Her aide's hands were trembling as she handed her the tablet. It was a photo of her and Florence. The angle was unflattering: her jaw clenched, her hand in the midst of a gesture. Out of context, it was a scolding woman reprimanding a child. Her throat was dry. The short clip began playing.

I exclaimed with just a hint of disgust. An image of Blaze, his eye carved out of his head and brain matter dribbling down his face, flashed in my head. It forced a shudder out of me that had my teeth chattering. Missy’s bushy eyebrows slid into a grimace, and a wave of relief washed over me as she made a sound of revulsion.

I stumbled over my words, completely flustered. "Um, um, he's not—I'm not—he's not…" My voice kept tangling up in itself, and I could barely form a coherent sentence. My cheeks were burning, and I could feel everyone around us stealing glances at the commotion I was unintentionally creating. Across the table, Emerson seemed entirely too entertained by my struggle. He leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow raised, lips twitching as though he were fighting back a laugh. It was infuriating.

Reacting, everything flashed to a slow motion video as I slammed on the breaks, still able to see the glare in Florian's eyes, the frustration and determination riding his face. As I veered to the right to avoid hitting him, the tires skidding on the road, the van fishtailing back and forth. I'd lost control. No. No. No... No!

she stuttered, taking the flour before running out of the pantry. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. “Fuck, Adrian, get your shit together!”

And today seems no different. Suddenly door flew open revealing Rehan in rain soaked T-shirt and Denim. He ran his fingers through his wet hairs and that's when his eyes landed on me. His facial reaction instantly changed from flat one to dark. His jaw gets clenched and nostril slightly flattened. He had his fist clenched on the side. But his eyes were not matching any of his physical expressions. Water droplets ran down from his hairs to his eyes, to which he flickered his eye and without saying anything, he rushed inside the bathroom.

This indicates a warning already. Zitrey like the deaf didn't respond to him and swift her attention to the Little girl. The middle-aged woman restraint the Loli from kicking the man bullying her brother Cede. Her facial expression is moe to watch, as if a smoke coming out from her nostrils, plus her little cheeks bulge like cheery and thin lips pouting out of fury. Everyone who will see this reaction will want to pinch her cheeks.

I could not think of a single reasonable excuse. I simply stared back at him, feeling very flustered.