Baki Cracking His Neck Novels & Stories

He then leans in and whispers, “You're not getting away with that little snicker.” With an innocent gaze, I assure him, “I haven't done anything wrong.” Neo leans in close, his voice barely a whisper as he teasingly remarks, “Don't even try to fool us with that innocent look, sweetheart. We all see through it, knowing very well that you're far from innocent. If you're hoping for some dick tonight, I suggest you show some proper behavior.” With a mischievous smirk, he slowly retreats, leaving me with a lingering sense of anticipation, causing a soft whimper to escape my lips.

How could it not know how to speak? "There are too many people who want to kill me. Who do you think you are? You are not qualified." Chu Xun sneered and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. A tender branch reached down and knocked on one of Baqi Snake's heads. Baqi Snake raised its head in confusion, only to see a branch emitting green light. Before it could understand, the branch pierced through one of its heads, and the green light burst out. In the blink of an eye, the head pierced through by the branch quickly withered.

He was strong, his grip unyielding, and I struggled to break free. "Let go, Cocci!" I shouted, using all my strength to resist his hold. He chuckled darkly, tightening his grip. "You've always been resourceful, Crinka. But your resourcefulness won't save you now." With a sudden burst of energy, I twisted my body and managed to break free from Cocci's grasp. I swiftly stepped back, readying myself for the next move. But before I could react, he launched another attack, his movements fluid and precise.

The leather creaked beneath the strain, threatening to snap at any moment. “You fucking traitor,” he snarled, foaming at the corners of his mouth. “You bitch.”

A vile aura spurted from me along with a ferocious growl. Squealer started to scream and plead for his life, knowing he was gawking at the angel of death. I was about to send him to meet his maker if he didn’t spill more. “Where is Bakka?’ Nia asked impatiently, gripping the man under his throat.

The second I move my spine even the tinniest bit, my whole body protests. I roll my ankles to gauge how stiff my bones are, wondering what the time is, I roll into my back with what little space I can manage inside a crib then come to a pause. In the rocking chair on the other side of the room, Niko sits with Angelo in his lap, a bottle held to his mouth the both of them looking at us. I hadn’t even thought to check if Angelo was in the other crib beside us. “Good morning,” I say quietly, wincing slightly.

When I turn my head to the other side, my neck cricks. “Mmhmhp!” Thunderous footsteps return. My heart stutters as he wrenches the cuffs off me. The metal bar flies off, striking the wall. My wrists pop free, my knees instinctively drawing together. Sitting on my heels, I reach for the straps behind my head, working the ball gag out. My jaw aches like a bitch. Massaging the side of my neck with a trembling hand, I keep my gaze locked on the headboard. He heaves ragged breaths behind me, sounding like an enraged bull.

CRACK. Sebastian’s body jerked forward—then back. A sickening crack shattered the silence as Jonathan was wrenched off him and hurled like garbage. His skull slammed into the wall with a brutal crunch, the impact leaving a smear of blood across the cracked paint. He crumpled to the floor, dazed, limbs twitching like a puppet cut from its strings. For one suspended second, all Sebastian could hear was the jagged wheeze of his own breath — the high-pitched whistle of panic clawing at his throat.

Then he stood up and made his way towards me. "Look around you, you thought you had it all, you thought you were a goddess and everyone was beneath you." He said as he held my shoulder and walked around me. "Wow, so this is all about your stupid ego?" I laughed, violently removing his hands from my shoulder. "You're still not getting the picture here cutie." He said as he put his hands on my lower jaw. "Okay, then paint it to my understanding. You know how hard it is to read words written by a five year old, or how hard it is to understand morons who refuse to know their place." I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him.

My chest became tight and my breath began to suffocate me. “How could you do this to me? To even go as far as impregnating a young girl like this. You’ve just insulted me, Dane.” She was already taking off the ring, her eyes red and heavy with tears. Dr. Dane’s mouth dropped, but before he could even defend himself, Nikky threw the ring at him, teary-eyed. She turned and grabbed the door handle. “Nikky, listen to me, I’m not responsible for her…” She slammed the door in our faces, causing Dr. Dane to pause mid-air. Tears rolled down my face as I stared at Dr. Dane. I had never seen him like that before. He was utterly broken.