German Word For Punchable Face Novels & Stories

The punch came so fast I almost missed it. Elijah’s face was now contorted in anger and his fist connected with Nate's cheek with enough force to snap his head to the side. The crack echoed in the quiet room. Nate's hand flew to his face, eyes wide with shock. "You hit me—" “Stop talking to her, stop looking at her and if you really want to stay alive, forget her name because if I ever see you going after her again, no surgeon will be able to stitch you back again.”

I went after the first man flying with a kick to his gut and another man attacked my face with a punch. My head whipped to the side. It had been too long since I received a blow to the face. "Merda, fa male come una cagna," I said as I tasted blood and I sent him a punch to the head, and a kick to the balls which had him groaning and curling up on the ground. I knew it was a cheap move, but I couldn't be bothered at the moment. I just needed to get this over with. I kicked him to the side and he hit the wall with his back. (Shit. That hurt like a bitch.)

I was awake staring into space and waiting for Alexandre to wake up, I took glances at him from time to time hoping he would flip his eyes open but the troublemaker looks like he's not waking up anytime soon, and at some point I even thought of punching him, I mean he's definitely going to wake up if I punch him, I adjusted my position staring at his handsome face, what a pity cause in few minutes my punch will be landing on this precious face, and who knows what he might end up with Maybe a broken nose Or a swollen eyes, Or even a disorganized teeth I mean it all depends on the weight of my punch, I smiled wickedly, flexing my fist and getting them ready, I've never felt this good in a long

I replied, feeling a surge of annoyance. Matteo's lips stretched into a wolfish smirk. "Is someone jealous?" he teased. I flexed my knuckles, unable to contain my anger. I punched him hard in the face, causing him to groan in pain. "Damn boss, I've always told you to avoid the face. I can't get a good fuck if I walk in with my face looking like a crushed zombie," he complained, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. "Although, I must say, it took you quite a while to do that."

Oh shit, his face is swelling fast. “Well, I didn’t expect a kiss, but I also didn’t expect a punch to the face either, for that matter. Good arm, by the way.” He gives me a lopsided grin. I huff, “Seriously!?” I storm off. I’m not even going to. This is. Oh my god, I can’t even carry a thought properly. “Seriously!” I mumble to myself, no, really, “Seriously. Seri-ous-ly!”

“MOTHER FUCKER!” As soon as it happened, sharp pain ran across my face from being punched in the mouth. My mouth instantly filled with blood as dirt filled my nasal passage. “Where are the girls, Zac?” That voice sent shivers down my spine. “Gunther. How nice to see you again.” Smiling, I looked up at him. Dressed in his Sunday best. “Wish I could say the same.” Gunther crouched down so he was closer to eye level with me. “You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.”

He couldn't suppress his anger any longer, as he raised his fist and hit him on his face. With a 'bang', a heavy punch landed on Hansen's face. "Ouch!" Hansen shouted as he felt the punch. His face was burning with pain. Norton's punch had really stunned him. He had always been timid in front of him, let alone beat someone up. He didn't expect the weakling to have changed so much that he even dared to hit him. "Hansen," Liya screamed when she saw that Hansen had been beaten up. "Let me see if you're hurt. Do you feel any pain?"

He lifted a thick eyebrow, his eyes scanning every face in the pub. The girls scurried towards him when they realized it was Adrian. Before one of them could approach him, he shot her a glare, causing her to recoil. He wasn't in a good mood at the moment. His face was etched with impotent fury, leaving everyone bewildered and curious. Some of his men from the Asphalt team walked in as well.. “There he is..” someone whispered in Adrian's ears and he shifted his furious gaze to Carl. Without hesitating, Adrian marched towards him and to everyone's surprised, he threw a punch at his face

Fûck it. I pulled my hand back and punched him in the face. He staggered back but came back swinging. I blocked his strike with my arm. He pushed at my chest with force but before I could take him down my eyes caught on the flash of snow white hair and I stood there fûcking mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

She tries to pull my hands to let go, but I just bring her closer to my face. "Look here, you stuck up little prick, I'm not your fucking punching bag so you dare raise your frumpy hand to me. And if you do it again, mark my words," I look into her eyes and she trembles before my gaze, I like it that way, I bring my mouth close to her ear and whisper: "You better have a lot of money anyway, because you're going to need a lot to fix your face because I'm going to punch it until it's deformed."