Sailor Moon Funny Faces Novels & Stories

“Sister! It’s been a while! How are you?!” Luna chuckled. “I’m doing fine, Mirai! I see that you’ve become strong. Keep up the good work!” Mirai grinned proudly while wiggling her eyebrows smugly. “Heh. You know I’m a genius!” “Wow, I was almost blown away by the storm,” Luna said with a playful smile and acted like there was a storm. Mirai pouted. “Come on! Can’t I be proud once?!” Luna burst out laughing, and a second later, Mirai joined in the laughter.

My face opens up into a laughter, and several of the other teens around us who saw it laugh and clap their hands a little too. "Now that, was funny," says Hala, laughing while going ahead while I help out Syl to get up off the floor. He's got a tiny dot of red on his forehead, but it's not at all bad, and it looks like somebody just pressed a finger to his forehead for a minute or two. "Yeah," says Syl, looking after Machiv, "I guess that's why I'm such a goner for him." "Hey, I think you've got a good chance with him," I say, still smiling at the little zap that Machiv gave Syl.

Luna was afraid of the outside world. “Once you leave this place, I’m going to miss braiding your long, wavy ginger hair, Luna.” Mina started to caress her hair. “Yeah, right. Her royal highness will leave us here,” Kira jested. It was a long-time inside joke that started when they all noticed how fair her skin was. Since then, they’d joke about it from time to time. “Girls—” “Luna.” She turned around and saw Sister Josie approaching her.

Clark had jerked back her arm, sure enough to be gentle so that she didn't go tumbling and crashing down into things. “You can't just play mind games with Mr. and joke around as you deem fit, Lady.” Clark had tested her shin; however, trivia wasted no time in beaming with smiles. Hastily, she tried to wriggle herself away from his rips. The smile on her face got wider as they both attempted to maneuver their way out to no escape. She was closing down on her, and eventually she gave up while both giggled loudly, laughing at the top of their lungs and enjoying the moment.

“What’s so funny?” Nicole's laughter peaked and broke, leaving behind something uglier. Her eyes landed on me — flat, deliberate — and her expression shifted into something she wasn't trying to hide anymore. “Look at this fool,” she snarled, her index finger pointing at me, its bright red nail catching the sunlight. “Sienna Monroe, turned Joseman, turned Monroe again, why did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?”

Wasn't that around the time when Sonia just returned to the country? Smiling, Sonia gave Cesare a light smack on the back of his hand. He simply gave her a gentle reminder to get plenty of rest. It was a warm, cozy scene, but it made my heart feel as cold as ice. I was about to leave with renewed determination when Cesare happened to look up. The moment our eyes met, all the color drained from his face. "Rosalia! What are you doing here?" I took a step back, hiding my equally pale face in the shadows.