Slap Forehead Novels & Stories

Her body became rigid as she instinctively raised her hand and slapped him. Smack! The sharp sound of the slap echoed clearly through the ward.

A loud, cold, derisive laugh that made my skin crawl. “Is that so? Then you must have grown, Rhea.” He reached out to hold me chin in between his hands, his fingers lightly caressed my face and without any warning, his hand cracked across my cheek. The slap was vicious, loud, sharp, the kind of hit that makes your vision blur and your ears ring. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood in my mouth as I stumbled back. The sting echoed in my bones, but I didn’t fall.

Slap. The sound of her slap reverberated through the air as her small hand connected with his cheek, causing his face to jerk to the side. "Don't you dare say a word against my dad! He would never do something like that, don't blame him for your mother's condition," she shouted, her voice filled with unwavering determination. Her chest heaved up and down aa she tried told catch her breaths. Her palm sting with the impact of the slap. He stared at her in utter disbelief, their eyes locked in a tumultuous battle of conflicting emotions.

Another slap. I clenched and nodded my head, trying to get out a solid verbal answer but only able to make a sloppy, wet gagging sound. He pulled out of me fully. “What was that?” “Yes,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. “Choke me harder, please.” He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck again as I felt the pressure begin to build up in my core. He forced himself back down my throat and slapped my face when I gagged on him. Waves of pleasure made my brain hazy for a moment.

Terry remains staggered right in his place. Jay is caught off guard, and recoils from the impact of the slap. His face registers a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of remorse. The force of the slap leaves a stinging sensation, both physically and emotionally, as the sound reverberates through the space, momentarily silencing the surrounding sounds. He looks around, noticing that someone has seen him getting slapped, and twitches his lips in return.

“Are you here to laugh at me, North?!” Reina charged forward like a madwoman, raising her hand to slap North. “You think I’m a joke, don’t you?! You b*tch—” Smack! The sound of a loud slap interrupted Reina’s ranting. “Laugh at you?” North took her hand back calmly before saying sincerely, “No, I’m just here to hit you.” She punctuated her sentence with another loud smack. Reina got slapped on the left cheek, causing her to feel a burning pain.

His palm connected with my cheek, delivering a stinging slap. The sound of the slap was loud and sharp: "THWACK!" It echoed through the room like a crack of thunder, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The force of the slap sent my head jerking to the side, and I stumbled backwards, my cheek burning with pain. Tears sprang to my eyes as I brought my hand up to cradle my stinging face. My father's anger still radiated from his body, his chest heaving with each laboured breath.

No matter how she yanked, her palm couldn’t budge, as if caught in an invisible vice. In a flash, Nero released her wrist and delivered a stinging slap across her face. The crack echoed like a thunderclap, sharp and final, as if he were swatting an irritating mosquito. Mrs. Rashford staggered, her posh updo unraveling into a disheveled mess, strands of hair falling across her flushed face. Her left cheek swelled instantly, a red welt blooming under her heavy makeup, her ears ringing with a high-pitched whine that drowned out the world. Stars danced in her vision, her stubby fingers clutching her face as she stared at Nero, incredulous. “How dare you slap me like that?” she screeched, her voi

He also showed everyone what he was doing to me, while I threw my face left and right, just by holding my chin tightly. He leveled our faces and then, spoke. “Learn to suffer the pain! You have no right to hurt m---” He was thrown away because I hit my head on his wide forehead. I sense a fluid running down my forehead, and when I saw the speaker’s head, it was also bleeding but his bleeding was worse than I had experienced. When he finally returned to himself, he then let go of a sigh and clench his fist, and quickly stood up and walked to shorten the gap between the two of us. He was about to slap me when was already in front of me, suddenly something blocked his big palms.

he bellowed, his voice thunderous. Paige wasted no time in pointing an accusatory finger at me, her expression twisted with malice. "She attacked me, Dad," she cried, her voice trembling with false indignation. "She's lost her mind." His gaze fell on me, his eyes burning with righteous anger. Without a word, he stepped forward, his hand rising in a swift, punishing arc. The force of his slap sent a shockwave of pain coursing through my body, the sting of his palm against my cheek leaving a fiery imprint in its wake.