Inosuke Funny Face Novels & Stories

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He explained, turning his head to me, a devilish grin growing on his face, “And you can’t even remember one of them.” My eyes widened, and I ripped the photo back into my view, analyzing it until I noticed the same person standing in front of me in the picture, smiling with the rest of us. “Y-you’re…” I stammered out, not able to comprehend what was going on, but growing more and more restless every second. “Fugo Wakataka, not at your service!” He announced, extending his hand for some kind of introduction. I took the moment to let out all of my anger, throwing a fist towards him. Unfortunately, he was able to move out of the way before my punch connected.

“I told you, Saul! Mr. Nobuyuki’s a real onmyoji! “My sister will wake up in any minute now! “It doesn’t matter if she’s lying here because of a sickness or a curse! As long as Mr. Nobuyuki’s here to help, he can deal with anything!” Gian showed admiration in his eyes when he looked at Nobuyuki. After all, he grew up watching cartoons from the Island Nations. He had always admired mysterious onmyojis like Nobuyuki. The beautiful women were also looking at Nobuyuki with delight. In their eyes, a man full of style like him was just too handsome!

I stomped up after him and got to my seat. “What is so funny?” Ronnie laughed harder. “You learned so much this summer pup, but there is one thing you still need to work on.” I tilted my head and he leaned over the aisle and flicked my nose. “Work on your poker face.” His chuckle broke up at his words. “Your face was priceless. Pure disgust as you texted him.” “Well…come on.” I shot him a side look, and he bent over his knees, laughing harder.

Eugene loosened his lips just barely enough to show a hint of a smile. Cough, cough. A labored coughing sound echoed. Don Luciano, bent forward, was coughing painfully. "Ricky!" Don Colvino rushed to stroke his heaving back. After coughing for quite some time, Don Luciano waved his hand and straightened up. Having wiped the saliva from his mouth, Don Luciano's face had become even thinner. It was now completely gaunt, with no trace of the cheek flesh that had once been there. "Thank you, Santino. I'm fine, now please sit down."

Just a random unarmed girl with a five year old in my hands. Oh, I have knives. He laughs on and on, like I just said the funniest thing in the world, going so far as to even rub tears from his eyes. Let me roll my eyes here. "Oh dear Miss Russo, you sure are funny!" "Glad to play the clown. Now get out." "I don't think so." Suho's voice takes an octave, turning deadly serious from sarcasm as he glares at me, blood dripping from his shoulder wound. Before I know it, strong arms circle around my armpits, pulling my hands behind my back before a strong punch hits me square in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me.

Manuela lightly hit his arm. "That hurt! If my cheeks turn red, don't let your conscience sleep!" Manuela complained, rubbing her cheeks. Uno looked at them. "I didn't pinch your cheeks that hard; you're just being dramatic," Uno said, gently stroking Manuela's cheek. Suzie and Santi watched them. "I'm not being dramatic; you squeezed my cheeks hard. Want me to try it on your cheeks so you can feel it?" "No, thank you," Uno said plainly, turning to Suzie. "Lacrose memorizes faces, so there's a chance he'll…"

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.

“No. I’m just not used to the smell of this bus… ” I frowned at Shin as he stopped and laughed again. “What’s so funny?” I asked, annoyed. “You—hahaha!” And he couldn’t stop laughing. “What’s so funny?” “You are so ugly, your voice is even uglier when you pinch your nose—hahaha. Four-eyed strawberry. You have caught all the ugliness in the world. From face to voice—hahaha.” I want to kick this Shin, the way he laughs like there’s no tomorrow.

Mr. Mario stepped into the faintly lit office of the slave foundation, his face scratched with a combination of expectation and disquiet. Mr. Old Face, the heavy owner of the foundation, gazed upward from his papers with a wide smile that extended his endured highlights into something looking like jauntiness. "Ok, Mr. Mario! What an unexpected, yet wonderful treat," Mr. Old Face shouted, his voice slick with faked excitement. Mr. Mario's appearance stayed unemotional as he answered, "I want to say something very similar, Mr. Old Face."