Pouting Expression Novels & Stories

My shoulders dramatically sagged as I pouted sadly at him. “I’m sorry, please?” I tried my best to get that puppy face to have his pity! “I sometimes forget that we’re supposed to act sweet and lovey-dovey around everyone. I promise, I’ll keep that in mind now! And I’ll try not to be clumsy!” I even raised my hand to do the promise gesture. Jupiter eyed me for some seconds before letting out a sigh. “Fine. As if I can resist you longer…” he mumbled the last few words but I perfectly heard the rest of it. I smirked triumphantly before the taking the visitor chair in front of him.

I stick my bottom lip out into a pout while I give him the best puppy-dog eye expression I can muster. Rolling his eyes at me, though still holding that smirk, Kain mutters low enough for only me to hear, “can you get any cuter?” He keeps his pose professional, a far cry from me right now. I find myself blushing and withdrawing a little. I am just too happy with this news. “Sorry, it’s just… you’re not joking? I really will?” I ask, looking back at Kain with bright, hopeful eyes.

Well, once again, I enjoyed every growth process he showed me. He never fails to make me chuckle with his goofy facial expression. That's why Merri often reminds me to manage my facial expressions elegantly because baby Pasha seems to be starting to imitate the ridiculousness of my expressions. Although I doubted Merri's hypothesis as Pasha was still a very young baby.

, 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.

Emory, however, was pouting. It was a very specific pout the one she used when she wanted something and was preparing to deploy her full arsenal of charm. Her lower lip was pushed out. Her gray eyes were wide and pleading. Her pink cast rested on the table beside her plate, a silent reminder of everything she had been through. Cassian knew that look. He had been on the receiving end of it many times before. "What is it, Emory?" he asked, setting down his glass. "That look is a bit mischievous. What do you want?"

Ethan in the bath. The expression on his face was one I had not seen before, the specific magnificent outrage of a person who had been placed in water against their will and intended to communicate their feelings about this in the fullest possible terms. His eyebrows were doing something extraordinary. His mouth was open. His arms were out at his sides in the universal gesture of a small person who has been done wrong. I looked at the photograph. I started laughing. The real kind. Sudden and unguarded and entirely genuine, the kind that arrived before you decided whether to let it, the kind I had been learning to stop managing and just have.