Spongebob Slaps Novels & Stories

Pow! "I deserve to die!" "Pa!" "I'm a bastard!" Pow! "I'm not a human." Chef Pei slapped himself again and again. He didn't show any mercy and slapped himself so hard that it could be heard from a distance. In just a few seconds, he had slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen and his ears were ringing. He was not like a human at all. Several teeth were even mixed with blood from his mouth. "All right, stop." Samuel glared at him impatiently.

I guess calling her an expired product was the last straw because after hearing that she raised her hand to slap me and at the moment there was nothing I could do to defend myself since I was holding Emilio. Her slap came and hit me right across the face so hard I felt my cheek burn and my face turned to the side due to the heavy impact. Ow! The old hag sure had a lot of power for someone who’s a rotting skeleton. This was peak drama and every single person in the restaurant was looking at us. Getting slapped while being the centre of attention is peak humiliation that I had to take because the overused sponge had no words left to attack me with and decided to use violence to show dominance.

"Come on, admit it, Sophia! You slept with that guy. Right?" Veronica emphasized her words again. The girl even smirked and looked down on Sophia. But Sophia, who was usually quiet, raised her hand and slapped Veronica. The sound of the slap echoed loudly. Veronica looked shocked and immediately touched her cheek, which was hot from Sophia's slap. All of her friends were also surprised to see how Sophia dared to hit Veronica back. "How dare you slap me! Aren't you afraid of getting fired?" Veronica said angrily while still holding her reddened cheek.

Smack! As Phineas was launching his attack, Frederick slapped Phineas across the face, instantly dispersing all his inner aura. "I’ll fucking kill you!" Phineas roared, and struck with all his might. Smack! Frederick slapped him on the other cheek, once again dispersing his inner aura. "Do you think you’re that great with your teeny-weeny strength?" Frederick scoffed disdainfully. Phineas was stunned. He had never imagined that Frederick would be so powerful. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he took a deep breath.

She spits in his face and then he responds by slapping her. He slapped her! He backhanded her, the force of the blow making her head whip to the side! I clench my fists harder, watching this pathetic display of barbarism. If I could reach through this screen and tear these animals apart limb by limb, I would do it in a heartbeat.

As she heard Xenon's voice, she heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to run and hide behind Xenon. Thank god. She thought. Then, she pouted her lips while looking at Sophia. Huh. Now, what are you going to do?! Sophia was furious, however, she could not get angry with Xenon or vent on him. Instead, she started sobbing and complained pitifully, "Xenon, she slapped me." Yet, her acting skill was even more pathetic. Xenon knitted his brows as if he was confused and said, "Didn't you invite yourself here for a slap?"

And that’s what I’m going to do. “I said, let go of me! You’re going to regret touching me bitch!” Sofia yells and then slaps the vampire holding her hostage, pretty hard. The vampire winces, holding her cheek in pain. Sofia quickly takes the wood from the ground, and she stabs the vampire with it; the vampire falls to the ground and turns into ashes. “Sofia!” I call out her name as the vampire on top of me continues to punch me over and over. The next thing they do almost makes me pee my pants. He opens his mouth to bite me. And I almost peed my pants.

“That’s what I love most about you. Your spirit. Your fire. The way you never give up even when you should.” His thumb brushed across my cheek. And then he struck. The slap came so fast I didn’t see it. I didn’t even have time to brace myself. My head snapped to the side. Pain exploded across my face. I tasted blood. “That,” Sylvester said pleasantly, “is for five hundred years of defiance.” I tried to pull away. But his grip on my face tightened. Fingers digging into my jaw. Another slap. Much harder this time. This one drove me fully to the ground. My vision swam. My ears rang as more blood spilled out.

DAMON 'Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?' The television yelled. "Spongebob SquarePants!" My seven-year-old niece squealed in response. From where I was, I watched her move her upper body energetically to the rest of the theme song and when the end came, I took over.

I say, once again throwing a slap at Sofia's face. As it lands, she jumps at me with such ferocity that I am taken to the floor. I hear shouts, some of them urging us to continue and show them what we got, others demanding that we stop this show of madness. But it is a difficult thing to eat the humble pie when your face is about to be peeled off by fingernails the sizes of light switches. There is some fierce need to retaliate and hope your opponent is too stunned to try something else at you.