Quackity Face Novels & Stories

Quinn argued without changing their blank facial expression at all. "You were slightly lifting the left corner of your mouth and that is a grimace instead of a genuine smile," Ian corrected while throwing his hands up in defeat. "It is my natural resting face and I am not going to fake a massive grin just so you can get an A in your photography class," Quinn stated calmly while setting their teacup down onto the saucer. "This is why I hate working with my friends because you guys never take my artistic vision seriously," Ian sulked while adjusting the heavy strap around his neck.

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

He flicks my bunny ears away from my face , exposing my redden cheeks. "Much better…" he says , a gentle smile appears upon his face - I feel a familiar sensation when looking into his eyes that glow with absolute awe. He opens his mouth to speak until…. "JAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!" someone yells at the top of their lungs. Jason's face cringes at this rude interruption , his faces fills with annoyance. "JAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!WHERE ARE YOU!…" the person sings out - I can not help but giggle at this. Jason's facial reaction changes as soon as he lays eyes on my giggling appearance.

A show that I found very interesting. “Can you look at my skin? It’s getting red and itchy lately,” it was Quinn, bringing his face near to her. Also she seemed so eager to check it. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe her eyesight was bad. “Ummm, it's a reaction. Are you allergic To something?” she asked, “Not that I know,” he answered quickly. “So, are you anything really sour like tangerines?” “Yeah, I love them.” Quinn smiled goofily.

"You're making fun of my cum face, aren't you?" "What?" I feigned ignorance. "How would I? Why should I? It's not like you have the most hilarious cum face I've ever seen." His fake frown disappeared and made way for a cheeky grin. "Mine is the only cum face you've ever seen. You know that." I rolled my eyes. Corky bastard. "I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you." I replied. He was right, absolutely right. However, it always gave me great pleasure to deflate and bruise his oversized ego.

Except for the seriousness on his face, He's such a baby! When a low chuckle escaped from my mouth, his face was priceless," this isn't funny!" His voice came more like a whisper, a fragile whisper. "Of course it isn't," I uttered while trying to hide my fabulous smile. But he was still making that puppy face, making pout and his eyes were bulging out from their socket. Such a drama queen he is. And anyone can melt from that face, that face. That freaking face, so who the hell I'm? To not melt for that face!

My lips trembled so much that my whole face became a grimace. Henry frowned. He frowned. "Face of the one who is about to have diarrhea. From afar, Kendall laughed outrageously. His hair was stuck that night, letting small brown locks slip around his face with the exaggerated access of laughter. "It's the first time I've heard someone resemble passion to a stomach ache. "She commented, finishing washing a cocktail shaker. Emitting a deep sound of disgust, I left my cell phone in the nearest beverage compartment and rehearsed my most genuine disapproving grimace.

“Don’t f*cking touch me!” “Kitten…” Jake warned. “F*ck off…” Quinn fired back. “You and all your men…f*ck off!” His eyes darkened, and he marched over to her, swiping his hand across her face. Quinn’s head turned in the direction of the slap, and she could taste the blood in her mouth. She felt dizzy…it f*cking hurt. He grabbed her face, twisting it back towards him. “Relax and listen to me. I don’t want to hurt such a pretty little thing.”

“Don’t arts-and-crafts me, cunt face.” He chuckled. “Cunt face? Really?” “Yeah, really.” I went back to hacking away at the cardboard like it had personally offended me. Quincy swung his legs over the bunk, leaning forward. “That’s new. Usually you just call me prick, bastard, or jackass. This one’s… oddly specific.”

I say as I smile and look out of the window. "No you are not." Ryan says as he drives and I look at him. "How do you know?" I ask. "Because I know you. Well how was the experiment?" He asks. "Good. But it has side effects." I say as I pout. "Like being cute." Ryan says with boyish grin. "No. Hiccups. Didn't you saw or hear it? How can they be cute?" I ask with pout. "Well you can make them cute with your cute face." Ryan says as he pokes his finger at my cheek.