Pouting Expression Novels & Stories

He looked down at the wet sand, then back at the ocean, his dark eyes narrowing in a severe, almost adult frown of indignation. That frown. That expression of focused, intense annoyance at the chaos of the world. I remembered it in the reflection of my father’s expensive car when I was five years old, furious that my perfectly stacked block tower had been knocked over. I saw it in the mirror every time a business deal went sideways. It was the Conti expression—that mix of fury and intense concentration.

"That's a miss. Crying looks the same as laughing for her." "Wow, is she a robot? Could we get some expressions, please?" "I counted; during that act just now, she rolled her eyes six times and pouted seven times..." Leo rolled his eyes at Anthony. "Shut it. With your 'acting dead' skills, you have the nerve to judge others?" "You're the one acting dead! I'm portraying a warrior sealed in slumber!" "Isn't that just a dead person?"

She doesn’t look pleasant at the moment. “Are you leaving?” she asked in between her sobs and tears. “Yes” The moment after I answered, she whines loudly and knelt on the ground. “You’re *sobs* leaving me? Are you breaking up with me?” She continued to cry and some passersby were looking at us. “Okay, stop it! I won’t leave!” She stops bawling and looks at me while pouting her lips like a kid. “You still *sobs* love me?”

“Maurice will love it.” Switching to selfie mode with the tap of a button, I experiment with different expressions, each one more alluring than the last. A subtle pout of my lips channels my inner seductress while playfully sticking out my tongue exudes a hint of innocent mischief. Each click of the shutter feels like a flirtatious dance.

--- I hope this will be the first and last time that we'll be together in a project, he's such a pain in the ass. “I don't have anyone with me” he said and pouted his lips. Eew! Does he think he'll look cute if he pout? Hell no! He looked like a duck! “As if I care! And-err, stop that” I disgustly said. I could not stand his ugliness, he's already ugly since then (atleast on my eyes), but he looks even more ugly!

Raven sounded pleading. When I looked at him, he pouted cutely, like a kid who's ice cream fell on the ground. I laugh. "What's with your face?" His face frown. He rolled his eyes and put those paper bags on the compartment. As soon as he is finished, he closed the compartment and turn to me. I was surprised when he suddenly encircle his arm on my waist. Still, he has this cute facial expression. I can't help but to adore this man.

Pitiful maybe. “I promise… if you stop crying.” Kaelin’s little wounded face sobers me up. His cute way of saying it, all whispery and kind. Like he’s comforting a hurt or sick child. Smoothed out brow, inviting expression over softness because he clearly has an aversion to mental breakdowns.

I said, giving him a thumbs-up. He pouted, looking adorable, and I burst out laughing. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You look cute when you pout." I said, still chuckling. "I think I should pout more often, so you can laugh more," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I pulled him closer, kissing him on the lips, "Your reward." i said, and he captured my lips again, nibbling on my lower lip. I moaned, feeling desire ignite within me.

His inhuman speed was unsettling and unwanted at that moment. “What are you pouting about?” Asked Susan, a coven elder, as she walked by. Amber gave her a puzzled look. “I don’t pout.” She got to her feet and brushed the blade of grass from her clothes. Susan chuckled at her. “Oh please, honey. I practically raised you. I know what it means when that bottom lip pokes out like that.” Amber was taken aback by the observation.

’ Then flutter my eyelashes and pout a bit. But no such luck, he didn't move, well unless you count furrowing his brow, scrunching up his cute little nose and pouting those beautifully plump lips of his. Lips that most women would pay thousands for, I might add. He then relaxed back into his Angelic sleeping face.