Quackity Face Novels & Stories

Grace chuckled when she saw how happy he become with just a simple peck on cheek and shook her head again going back to dig her face in his neck nuzzling into it adoringly. "You fool”

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

Quinn " Hmm, Quinn, why don't you open your eyes so you can get used to it?" He shamelessly blurted out. I hated the look on his face, I knew that behind that smile, he was damn serious and said exactly what he wanted. I bit my lips and slowly looked at his groin and damn, why did it look so huge? Noticing my reaction, he again leaned closer to my ears and whispered, " don't give me that reaction, if you weren't this sexy and beautiful, it wouldn't have been this big."

It was Jackie Leves' voice. However, there was more deliberation in his voice, and he lacked the affection he should have. This face was almost identical to that of Jackie's original face. Serene Silas stared at him for a long time, but she couldn't see anything different. She pinched him hard twice and also rubbed his face, leaving red marks as she did so, but she found no trace of plastic surgery. Slap— Before Serene could understand what was going on with this face that was exactly the same as Jackie's, she was suddenly dragged away with force.

' She shrugged and got on her feet looking down at the guy that was now looking up at her with a pout. "Well, are you coming? Or you're still being grumpy, Mr Grumpy Pants?" She questioned crossing her arm. "I'm not being grumpy and I'm definitely not Mr Grumpy Pants." He growled out and she rolled her eyes. "And pigs fly." "If you throw them in the air, they would." Quinnel replied cheesily. "Ugh. You're too cheesy to be a guy," She mumbled to herself. "Hot as well." Quinnel replied with a wink and she shook her head before walking ahead.

" 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 ? 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖�

My laughter faded into the air. “No,” the sound of his laughter also faded. “Then why are you sounding like a quack?” “Do I?” Nodding my head, “Fucking yah. It’s only a quack who will speak about love to a man like me.” “Then I think I'm one.” Snapping my fingers, “Shoot!!…. I knew it. You are indeed one.” Waving my hand slightly in the air, my face adjusted to neutral. “Enough of the jokes. I came here to get answers, and that’s what I'm fucking waiting for.”

“Was Brother Rick sucking face with Quinn when you learned this new fuc.., I mean, fun term?” I shrug. “Don’t think so. Miss Quinn wasn’t there. He said to Mommy and Daddy, ‘When you done sucking each other’s faces, come see me,’ and then I asked Daddy what sucking faces is, and he said it was kisses, but I can’t do it because I’m too little. But I give kisses all the time. Miss Carli said it was okay.”

I caught it — pressed my lips together, looked at the window, bit down on whatever was trying to get out — but not fast enough. When I looked back Damien was watching the place where the almost-laugh had been. Then he did something I had never seen him do. He looked back at his plate. And the corner of his own mouth moved once. Just once. So briefly that if I had blinked I would have missed it completely. Then it was gone and his face was exactly what it always was. Quill looked between us with the expression of a man watching something he would absolutely be thinking about later. "Right," he said. "Yes. The system works. Noted. Water please."

He chuckled. "Concern." "Oh," she nodded. "I see. That makes sense. Violet?" He exhaled and relaxed with her in his arms. That was the current colour of his eyes so it only fit right to ask. "Happiness." "Why don't you show emotion on your face?" "What is this? A Q and A?" "You show emotion a few times but other times, you're so blank." He sighed. "My eyes already do it for me. Why should my face?" "But people won't be able to understand you then."