Slap Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

** SLAP ** "Don't talk to me unless I tell you can!" "I'm sorry. But You asked me a question" The next thing I feel is her hand gripping my jaw and the bruises that had cleared up the other day will probably reappear with the amount of force and bone-crushing pressure she is putting on my jaw and most probably breaking it...Again... I'm struggling to hold back my tears and I'm also certain she's trying to break more of my ribs to make me weaker when she slams me to the floor in an attempt to do some permanent damage.

I greeted back and threw her a half-smile—the one I usually made towards people who I dislike. Luckily, Sarra and her friends didn’t seem to realize the difference in the smile I gave her and returned it to me as a shy smack on my shoulder. I silently winced from the sharp pain. Sarra might not look like it, but her slapping force is strong. As expected from her, who send her exes to hospitals after one single slap because their jaw cracked or they lost consciousness. Sarra then bat her eyes to me as if she’s giving me a signal. I knew what those eyes meant because I’ve seen it yesterday, and I swear I don’t like it.

My love for Hardin ran deep, and I couldn't let anyone, even his brother, shake that foundation. "Stupid bitch!" Jim yelled as I stood there, my heart pounding with fear and confusion, I couldn't believe what was happening. Jim's sudden aggression took me by surprise, and before I could react, his hand made contact with my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. The force of the slap sent me stumbling backward, and I found myself falling onto the bed, my body trembling with a mix of shock and disbelief.

He wasn’t fazed by the slap; in fact, he seemed almost pleased that Alexei was still in the mood to get physical. Across the room, Mafalda wordlessly stared at her twins. Her gaze was unwavering, and if looks could speak, this one would’ve said far more than a slap ever could. It wasn’t the kind of stare that carried malice—it was far worse. It was the kind of stare that made the room seem suddenly smaller, the air thick with an unspoken challenge. Just when things couldn’t get worse, they did. The door flung open with an unceremonious bang, and Frederick Hale stormed in, his sharp shoes clicking against the tile floor like a countdown to impending disaster.

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.

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.

Slap! As my mother-in-law Dora's heavy hand collides with my face, a searing pain shoots through my cheek, jolting my head to the side. A surge of redness flushes my skin, intensifying the agony. Struggling to maintain my balance, I stumble backward, eventually collapsing onto the softness of the bed behind me. Instinctively, my hand darts to my throbbing cheek, the pain radiating through every fiber of my being.

Hard. The impact stunned both of us. Pain exploded across my forehead, but he stumbled backward with a choked sound, hands flying to his face as blood sprayed from his nose. I jerked at the loosened rope, trying to slip free before he recovered. Just when I was almost done, his hand shot out, gripping my jaw while his other hand swung… The next thing I know, the sound of a slap cracked through the room. White flashed behind my eyes as my head snapped to the side, my cheekbones on fire.