Pouting Expression Novels & Stories

, I fall down on my knees and bow my head. A hand stands me upright and I look up and the anger in his eyes grows and slowly subsides. My eyes saying things my mouth can’t convey. “So I can’t get mad at you anymore”, he asks and I shake my head and join my hands and brings it to my face and pout. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth, his neck turn to the side.

Grinning I rubbed their hair. “Not fine” Pouting, Pippa looked up at me, her face in a frown, her eyes a striking emerald green, stared up at me showing her displeasure. “Why didn't you take us with you? Uncle J said it would be fun!” She pouted. “Fun?” I chuckled as I patted her hair just like mine, a warm golden hue that fell on the soft losing waves down her back.

I can't see him, but I know he is smiling in satisfaction at this new piece of information. As soon as I attempt to lift my head from his chest to look at him, he whines. "No," he says, dragging out the "o" in a pouty voice I didn't think was possible coming from him. I lift my head up anyway because now I'm dying to see what his facial expression looks like. His mouth is drooping in a frown and his eyes are softened. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it. He shakes his head before glaring at me.

But instead, he pulled the most ridiculous expression I’d ever seen. His bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, eyebrows drooped in mock sadness, eyes slightly widened like a guilty puppy. “But I was trying to protect you,” he said, voice low and whiny. “Don’t be mad at me, Evelyn. It hurts my feelings.” I blinked. Then scowled. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” he asked, still pouting. “That stupid face,” I said, swatting at his arm. “You think you can just act cute and I’ll forgive you?”

It's like he's participating in a real auction where he's losing bids to the opponent. "Ah, Ai, you're not being cool." I can't hold it in; my laughter bursts out. His pouting expression makes it even harder not to laugh.

Her facial expression showed credulous or unsophisticated innocence or naivety, looking so piteous. "What is that face supposed to mean? Kill me with a guilty conscience?" Owen exclaimed in disbelief. "Just a moment ago, you were smiling so sweetly that it crept me out; now you look so pitiful. What is it that you want? Just tell me now so I can say yes or no," Owen spoke decisively.

PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Hmmm" Peaches purred softly while I gently patted her hair, her head on my chest and her arms around me. She raised her head up and pouted her lips. I kissed her pouted lips, feeling a burst of excitement. I could not hold back the grin on my face. "What's funny?" She asked, a small playful frown on her face. "Funny? Is it funny? I do not think so." "Then why are you grinning?"

He grumbled, he complained, he pouted but in the end when he saw that I was not going to change my mind, he climbed out of the foam pit, standing there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. It was one of the rare times to bring out the ‘Mom’ version of Aurora as I bent down to his level and made him look me in the eyes.

And now that she chooses to answer, she merely threw a bag of garbage at my face. “Put me down, big head.” I thrust a bite into Frank's arm, and he winced in pain almost immediately. How could he tease me in such a clumsy way that he followed the order of someone I never knew only to help me, almost startling my heart out of my chest with his dumb joke? “I thought you were going to laugh it off, though,” he pouted, his face visualized in a strange way I've never seen before. Frank pouting before me? Strange. Nothing can be more stranger than seeing someone you barely have a word with since years of passing by each other’s shoulder pouting before your face like a little pup begging for breast

Like a literal, adorable pout. I couldn't help it and I just burst out laughing. "Jason! You look like a baby who just dropped his candy." "Exactly," he muttered while puffing his cheeks. "That's how I feel, pumpkin." I pressed his arm with mine. "Come on. Spill it already. What's bothering you?" His pout slowly faded and his expression shifted. He leaned back against the bleacher while exhaling through his nose before finally meeting my eyes. "I need to open up about something."