Slap Forehead Novels & Stories

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.

He shook his head as if this entire scene was both pathetic and predictable. Across the room, Evelyn gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she clung to her husband like the ground beneath her was tilting. Her face had gone pale, eyes wide and trembling with emotion. Without warning, Felix’s grandfather strode forward with surprising speed for his age. The room barely had time to react before— SLAP! The sound cracked through the air like lightning. Felix’s head snapped to the side, his cheek instantly reddening from the force of the blow. The sharp echo of the slap left everyone frozen, stunned into stillness. Felix just stood there, his face turning red as he slowly raised a hand to his ch

Slap! A heavy strike from Mr. Wijaya’s veiny hand caught Ezra across his left cheek, snapping his head to the side. The corner of Ezra’s lip split, releasing a bead of fresh blood that dripped onto the white marble floor. A burning, sharp sting flared across his face, yet it paled in comparison to the total devastation tearing through his chest.

My hand swung back and then flung forward to connect. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, finally louder than the cries.

I rolled my eyes, thinking they were there for their usual taunts and their attempts to provoke me. I pulled one side of my headset down. “I don't think I'm in the mood for—” Before I could finish, a slap came out of nowhere. The slap came out of nowhere, the sound echoing louder than the music had. For a second, I didn’t process it. My head snapped to the side from the force, my cheek burning instantly, heat spreading across my skin. My headset slipped off one ear as silence roared in. I turned slowly to see Jade’s hand still slightly raised.

* I couldn't believe he was doing it again, hitting me in the same place, with even more force than before. SLAP! SLAP! Every slap against my skin was brutal and harsh, he wasn't holding anything back. I cringed, what the hell was wrong with him? Am I a child? Every single time his open palm landed on the same spot, I let out a cry against the gag. SLAP! This one was extra harsh, it felt like the flames of hell have been ignited within me. I was struggling to hold back tears of pain and annoyance at the unyielding intensity of his strikes.

His palm swung through the air and struck the side of my face. The slap was devastating. The sharp, explosive crack of his hand against my cheek echoed like a gunshot. The sheer physical force of the blow snapped my head to the side and lifted me completely off my feet. The world spun violently out of focus. I crashed down onto the hardwood floor, my hip and shoulder taking the brutal brunt of the impact.

Lyra SLAP! The sound cracked through the room like a whip, echoing against the walls. Jay’s head snapped to the side, a bright flush spreading across his cheek. His eyes widened in disbelief, staring at me like I’d just grown horns. He blinked. “Why did you slap me?” His voice was shaky, more confused than angry, but the moment his gaze dropped to his phone in my trembling hand, realization hit him like a train. He lunged forward and snatched it away, panic flashing across his face.

Mama Sarah raised her hand standing before them and slapped one of them, at her extreme right hand. Smack! His head slammed at the other by his side, and the other knocked his head with the remaining one. The three of them hurled each other to the concrete ground, she took away the money they were holding and returned it to the Old woman. The hoodlums were frightened by the powerful slap, one of them even pretended that he had fainted in the process. The other two got up, and tried to attack Mama Sarah, she didn't make any fancy move. She slapped the chest of one of them, and his chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before he was sent flying several meters away.