German Word For Punchable Face Novels & Stories

He's panting, wanting to reach for me again but I smack his hand away. The nerve of this man- "H-H-How dare you!" I wish I could drill a hole into his head from just my glare. "Now that's a more appreciated expression," he says, whipping the corner of his mouth in style. "I was wondering how long you'd keep that poker face on-" "What the fuck?" The audacity he has to even say it to my face is shocking. I don't dare put my fist down from over my mouth. He could try that rubbish again.

The man replied and Lucifer used his pistol to hit him hard on his face and he screamed as it teared some part of his cheek. "Ahhhhh"

No. I’d seen that face for the first time during the last Nationals and had just a single thought. Beautiful. I’d seen him bent over, coughing his entire insides out and thought I should ask the big question. The asshole didn’t even let me finish before his fist connected with my cheek, ending in a crack that still echoes from memory. Punching me was not the stick that broke the camel’s back. It was his words. “Don’t fucking touch me again,” he snarled, pushing me once more. And then the words fucking cocksucker wants to fuck me thrown in like it wasn’t a slur.

“Lord… there goes saying ‘a nice face is a punchable face’.” Samuel exhaled her scent. “Oh, intriguing. Tell me more.” The terror-stricken voice was suddenly eager to open. “Don’t you think his face is punchable?” Samuel snickered with his hungry gaze penetrating James’s eyes. Shadow studied the situation for a second before her cheekbones lifted up,” absolutely.” Samuel laughed his butt off like a madman. The memory of the punishment of the lord is fresh inside his brain.

He touched the fresh cut on his face, clearly annoyed. "Didn't your parents teach you not to hit people in the face? That's basic manners." The cold-faced man sneered. "Oh, really? Then how are we going to settle the score for my face?" Seeing the cold-faced man's deeply bitter expression, Godber frowned. "What does your face have to do with me?" The cold-faced man and the guy in the purple shirt exchanged glances, their expressions shifting. The purple-shirted man turned to his companion in surprise. "Brother, he doesn’t remember you?"

Before the punch arrived, the punch wind had already scratched his cheek and made his clothes burst. "You're courting death!" The elder of the Draconian race was furious. His Internal Breath surged wildly, and his eyes were filled with contempt as he threw a punch. In the blink of an eye, his contemptuous eyes turned shocked. His Internal Breath was exploded by his opponent's fist, and a storm spread in all directions. Boom! Crack! Chu Xun's fist landed on his face without any fancy moves, directly sending him flying. The members of the Draconian race, who were about to clap and cheer, looked shocked. Their hands froze in the air, and they looked very funny.

I placed my hands on my knees and bent to meet their level, my eyes narrowing in devilment. The bald man’s face hardened and I knew what was coming my way; disapproval. “Fuck you, man. I don’t—,” He couldn’t complete his sentence as I already gifted him a punch that earned me another ‘fuck’ and yet I punched him again with all my vigour. Fucking hell, he better not cuss me.

"Mom. Dad. This is the girl I was talking about earlier. Her name is Agathe. Agathe-" "So, is it really you?" Stunned, I creased my forehead. What is she talking about? Does she know me? "How dare you come back here again! You have no shame!" Gunther's mother yelled, her tone was condescending. All of a sudden, she charged at me and resoundingly slapped my cheek out of nowhere. I was shell-shocked. Mouth wide open and too baffled to move. My face remained in the same position as tears began falling from my eyes. My cheek hurts, throbbing so much from the impact of that slap.

I felt sick when I saw his hideous face! He launch forward and throw a solid punch, it aims for my face again. Fuck! I said not the face! I growled and caught his fist before it hit me. His eyes widen and it's my time to smirk. Let me teach this fucker a very important lesson. Not to hit Orcus' handsome face! "Seems like you're getting rusty, Orcus... you know you can—" He hadn't even finished his rant when I knee him in the gut, then I stepped backward with my right foot, drawing out my momentum and delivering a perfect full round kick.

He was in so much pain that he shuddered. "Argh!" When Wilhelm finally realized what had happened, he held his face. He was furious and upset. "You bastard! How dare you hit my face! You…" Harvey slapped him again. "So what if I hit your face? Do you think there's anything special about you that I should hit your face? If it isn't because you're asking for it, I wouldn't even hit you. Don't you know why this is happening?"