German Word For Punchable Face Novels & Stories

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?"

Nobody messes with my beautiful face! In comparison to the person who punched me, I was pretty slim. She has the appearance of a goon. A muscular female goon. And she's unattractive. Okay, she's not ugly, but she's still ugly to me. It's no surprise that her girl is on the lookout for a replacement.

Does he even know that if that punch was directed at my face, the sheer force would likely shatter my bones to bits? No something is wrong, I better clear up that misunderstanding now.

When he got close, he suddenly leaned his face toward mine, which startled me. “So? Am I still ugly?” he asked with a grin. Even though I wanted to scream for help, I held it back because I didn’t want him to think I was desperate for someone with such a bad attitude. I shoved him hard and smirked. “You look like Damulag from Doraemon—that’s your face,” I said. “F*ck!” he cursed angrily and went back to his seat. His companions laughed, while he sat down annoyed next to another guy I didn’t know.

A dark face hooligan pointing knife at him asked in a cold voice while he shook his head, “ No.. No.. ” And then bang.. He got a hard punch at his face. He then glanced at Lucky with cold eyes while he smiled apologetically, “ Oops.. Boss... Ohh.. I get it now, are you checking his strength, that's why you take his punch on you face, right? ” Lucky yelled in excitement while he bit his lips as he shouted, “ You shut up fool.. ” “ Ohhh.. You are looking down on me, hah? Then, take my second punch as well, ” the dark face hooligan said as he punched him once again so that the corner of his lips started bleeding,

A gust of wind blew from Thomas as he threw out a few punches at an invisible speed. All of the eight people fell down on the floor in less than one second! Everyone had been punched in the face. Their faces were distorted, and their facial bones were broken. Pained groaning could be heard continuously. Wormie was dumbfounded. Was this person a human being? He was a monster! Thomas nonchalantly said, “Do you only have these few people? They can’t even take my punches. Do you still have anyone else?”

"That's amazing, Mr. Frankton! You're so close to the wall, but you punched it away anyway. It goes to show how strong you are!" Frank smiled, perfectly composed. "It's called a one-inch punch. It'd be weaker if there's more distance."

That was a punch he packed! She didn't need to say who the 'he' was, everyone in the car got it. We already knew who the 'greek-god' tittle belonged to and who had thrown a punch. "It was epic! I'd go meet him for fighting classes!" Sia squealed. "Did you see how he threw a punch like that and still stood firm to the ground like he didn't throw the most fabtastic blow I'd ever seen?" Trust Sia to describe a punch like candy. I rolled my eyes inwardly. She used 'fabtanstic' like it was so cool to resort to violence.

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."

Neither of us commented on it. “You punch a wall or a face?” I asked finally, my voice dry. Zane blinked at me like I was an unexpected pop quiz. Then he smirked crooked. “Face,” he said. “Definitely face.” I raised an eyebrow. “Anyone I know?” Though, I had a hunch. He snorted, held up his bloody knuckles like a trophy. “Your favorite bonded mate.” That made me blink. “Wait, you meant that the other day? You actually punched Callum?”