German Word For Punchable Face Novels & Stories

His laughter stopped instantly, and his face grew worried as his eyes scanned up my very naked privates to my flat stomach, then up to my DD breasts and then landed on my extremely pissed off face. My eyes scowled and my mouth grew into an evil grin as I looked sideways at my raised arm. He followed my gaze and saw my clenched fist aimed at his head. Before he had a chance to react I punched him right in his stupid face. “Urgh fuck! What was that for Angel cakes?” He questioned as he held his left eye. Before replying I punched him again splitting his lip open. He cried out again, but I ignored him and rose to my feet. Towering above him I looked down at him and said with a grin,

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

Several hard blows landed on my face and I felt blood spilling from my mouth. "Bloody! Bastard!" He yelled accompanying each word with a punch. I swear I felt my face was disfigured with all the punch landed on me. I managed to wedge his attacks with my hands but what surprised me the most was that my men were not interfering. Was this some sort of deal? To have him kill me instead? I pulled myself together allowing Carl land more blows to my arm while I calculated my next move.

Or both. "Did you seriously let a ball hit your face? A ball really? That's so stupid of you to get injured just because you couldn't catch it. Could have turned your face a bit more so it could actually do more damage than that" he glared at me and I covered my mouth when I saw a bulge on his cheek and I poked it.

Without a warning, I lunged forward with speed, and my fist punched his face—I didn't miss the crack of bone. I stopped in my tracks. With a smug smile, I turned to Maximus, who tried not to groan, and I watched him straighten his jaw. "That was fucking petty of you." He cursed, spitting out. "You are losing so much power that your punch doesn't even do much harm." He scorned. "How about you come at me again? I would let you hit me as much as you want." A wicked grin spread across his face. "Sure. Don't move." I rolled my fingers into a ball again and lunged forward, striking a punch to his face that had Maximus taking multiple steps backwards, almost stumbling on his feet.

Thinking of the loneliness she had felt in recent days, it wasn't hard to decide. ~ Note > Uppercut: punch used in various martial arts. This strike is launched upwards, with either hand.

“No. I always liked the idea of breaking your nose.” “Aw.” He pushed off the frame, stepping a little closer. “But then you wouldn’t get to stare at this handsome face every time I annoy you.” I groaned. “Newsflash, Jace. Your face isn’t handsome. It’s punchable.” That earned me another laugh, and he tilted his head, watching me in that infuriating way that made me feel like I was under a microscope, or rather, under the watching gaze of a predator watching it's very meal for dinner.

Looking at the person with a flushed face and a wide smile, it immediately turned small when I saw the person I had collided with. "Hey there, Little Bunny" ---

“All of us? It's been a long time since we've all traveled together.” Gunther rolls his eyes. “It's not a vacation, you idiot.” “By the way, why is your face like shit?” Karl points to Gunther's face with one hand. Gunther smiles. “I started a bar fight.” “Why?” Hans frowns. “Because it's funny”

The shock of a hard punch slams into my gut, and I stumble down in excruciating pain, hitting the side of my face. More echoes of guttural laughter surround me. I look up, watching the vivid green grass and bluer than blue sky disintegrate into a dull, muted gray. I manage to lift up on one elbow, still clutching my throbbing stomach, but it's getting hard to breathe again. "Who..." I take a quick breath, "who are you?" "I am Deumus."