Slap Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was looking at him with scary face she never saw him this angry. He strode towards her and slap her with so much force making her fall in floor. His slap was that powerful her forehead and bottom lip started to bleed instantly. She hold her cheek while heavy tears were pouring out from her eyes before she could register anything she was pulled again and slapped again by same force but this time didn't fall.

My laughter grew louder, my eyes sparkling with mirth. Then, in a swift motion, Cara slapped me, delivering a loud, cheek-stinging slap that left my face red and swollen. The force of the slap was so intense that it made my head jerk to the side, my eyes widening in shock and pain. The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on me, as I stood frozen, my hand raised to my cheek in a futile attempt to soothe the stinging pain. Cara, on the other hand, looked satisfied.

the brute sneered. I growled low. "Let. Go. Of my hand." He chuckled, tightening his grip like he thought I was bluffing. "You got a mouth on you. Bet it gets you in trouble." I narrowed my eyes. "Do I look like someone interested in a pissing contest with a mutt?" He didn’t even get the chance to reply. I slammed my forehead into his nose—hard. There was a sickening crack. Blood sprayed. The guy let out a howl of pain and stumbled backward.

I shoved him back with both hands on his chest and swung. The slap landed clean across his left cheek‚ so hard that my palm stung. The sound cracked through the quiet hallway like a gunshot. His head turned with the force of it‚ and for a moment he just stood there with his face turned to the side‚ his jaw clenched‚ a red mark blooming across his cheekbone.

SLAP SLAP I groan, then he rubs both cheeks to take away the sting once more. Then I’m flipped on my back again and cradled against his chest in a quick movement. I’m breathless, gross and certain my hair is now so big it’s moving into the next time zone. And through it all, he's cool as a cucumber, literally. No heavy breathing, no sweat.

Not afraid of getting slap again. "This fcking witch is here." Abby said. "Ahh, where the boss is, the disciple is also there. Wow, what is this, reunion of the desperate--" 'Ahh, this is the third.' Sandra was the one who slap her this time. "Do you know what to call a slap that lands on your face? It's called a slap for a desperate."

As his lips brushed against mine, I brought my palm up with all the force I could muster, delivering a slap across his face. The sound of the slap reverberated through the air—a sharp crack that seemed to momentarily freeze time. The Dark lord's head snapped to the side from the impact, his shock evident in his widened eyes. I had palm slapped the mafia Don, I was indeed a goner. For a moment, the world stood still. His hand pressed against his cheek, his expression a mixture of shock and indignation. The audacity of my action seemed to have caught him off guard. "You dare?" He began, his voice a low growl, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that gave me goosebumps.

My dad barely set the trap before yours signed the papers. "And your mom... "She actually cried and begged me to take care of you. Hahaha. How can someone be that stupid?" Her laughter cut off. Because I suddenly held up my phone. The red recording light blinked on the screen. Vanessa's eyes widened. Finally, she realized what she'd just confessed to. "You—" Her face twisted with rage. The slap cracked across my face. My head jerked to the side, and blood filled my mouth. But that wasn't enough for her.

His eyes widened in shock, but they quickly darkened with fury. “You little brat!” he growled, and without warning, he retaliated, striking me hard across the face. The force of his slap sent me reeling, and the world spun around me. I gasped, my vision blurring as I stumbled back, my body collapsing onto the bed. His slap was so powerful that everything faded to black, and the last thing I felt was the weight of his gaze piercing through the darkness, leaving me helpless and alone.

They couldn't react in time and their heads hit PAW, oozing blood from both of their foreheads. When I saw they were hurt, I didn't think twice and slapped one of them across the face, leaving him fumbling on the ground because he couldn't see anything. When I saw the other one marching forward, I just lifted my left leg and slammed into his jaw, sending him flying backward with a mouthful of fresh blood.