Slap Forehead Novels & Stories

Rafael look at me, “May I-” I pull my free arm back and slap him as hard as I can. His head twists to the side, and a little oof breaks from his lips. He grips his chin between his thumb and forefinger, and moves his jaw from side to side. “I deserved that.” “Yes you did.”

The foreman was furious and he said, “You’re quite the talker. Where the f*ck did you come from? How dare you stop my work. “Ah, I know. You must be a resident of this area, right? If you haven’t reached an agreement on the compensation, you should see our boss. Why the f*ck are you talking to me? “Get out of here!” the foreman shouted. However, Adrian delivered a backhand slap to the foreman’s face as soon as the foreman’s voice died away. The foreman toppled over from the impact of the slap. He was rendered speechless and was about to get up when Adrian raised his leg and stepped on his face.

"Hands on the mattress. Ass up." Alex scrambled to obey, draping himself over the edge of the bed, his palms flat against the sheets. He braced himself. The first slap came down without warning, a sharp, stinging crack against his right cheek. The sound echoed in the small room. Alex yelped, more from surprise than pain. Then another slap landed on his left cheek, just as hard.

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

But the remnants of reason, of right and wrong, screamed in my mind. The moment his grip loosened on my hands, I seized the fleeting opportunity. A surge of adrenaline, of defiant strength, coursed through me, and I shoved him with every ounce of my being. The instant he stumbled back, my hand flew, a sharp, resounding slap echoing in the sudden silence as it connected with his left cheek.

I whisper into his ears. Receding, he chuckles at my face. "Fuck..." I didn't let him finish the statement. My hand flattens and with the back of my palm, I smack it into his face. The slap cracks the bones of his neck, making his head turn complete one hundred and eighty degrees. He falls to the ground with an inversely positioned head. He would heal, and his head would be back to normal.

Alessandro asked with concern, but I could tell that there was a smile threatening to appear on his face. “Uh yeah. Have you never seen someone kill a mosquito on their face before? Like, get with the program.” I am not going to lie. That slap to my forehead gave me a headache. I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my head. Was I really about to get a tension headache? Great.

His vivid green eyes so like a sea of forest trees trembled with grief. Still, she couldn't exactly let him slide just like that. No matter how pitiful he looked. "Listen here Nico, I'm going to make things very simple for you-" With her other hand, she flicked him hard on the forehead, right at the center of the tender-looking bruise there, and smiled sweetly when he yelped in pain. "You do that again and it won't be just Cash you'll have to worry about, we clear?" The young man nodded, his eyes watery as he gently touched a hand to his forehead. "Ugh, crystal."

It seems like he is preventing himself from smiling since he is smiling and at the same time looking at me so seriously from time to time. He heave a loudly sigh before smirking, he started laughing in a manly manner. For I don't know what his reason is, that's why I just looked at him confused. “That's right! Good girl, Calliope”, he flicked my forehead before turning his back on me. I hold my forehead in the part where he flicked, it is just a light flick but still that made me remember what he told me that I should only let him to that, he has the only rights to flicked my forehead.

"Do you understand?" "I.... didn't... I.." She tried to speak when Greta released her jaw but a large slap landed on her face. Due to the high impact of the slap and her fragile body she lost her balance and fell on the floor inches apart from the nightstand. But her forehead didn't survive and eventually, it harshly came in contact with the rough corner of the nightstand making it bleed suddenly. She felt some hot liquid trailing down on her skin. Placing her hand on the side of the forehead she tried to stop that a bit. In the meantime, the door of the room opened and all of them hear a large growl.