Baki Cracking His Neck Novels & Stories

Cricket Boston whinnied his impatience, so Jase slid his stall door open and walked toward the exit. Boston followed like a puppy and I held Hank’s reins tight as I followed them. Walking into the arena, Jase closed the gate and left Boston standing in the middle. Boston was having none of it. He followed, going so far as to settle his head on Jase’s shoulder. “Buddy, I know you missed me, but I gotta help Cricket. Do I have to tie you?”

The crackling sound confirmed that his neck was now broken. “Get on your knees.” The other man orders as he gets control of his handgun again. It fell from my hand when I went crushing to the floor. “My boss wants to see you now. On your knees!” He orders again and any sane person might have gotten up to their knees but I wasn’t planning to bow down to anyone so I did what any fucked-up proud person with too much self-assurance would do; I rise to my feet and that was when the hard crack exploded and zinged through the air making my ears ring.

I said and turned away to leave. With my back facing that direction, Midi tried to take me by surprise but I felt the change in the air before she attacked me. I turned and her eyes nearly bulged out of the socket when I grabbed her by the neck with one hand. Her two hands flew to her neck to try and release herself from my grip but I held one of them. “You just don’t know when to stay down, do you?” I growled at her. I brought my knee up and bent her arm that I held at the wrong angle till I heard the sickening sound of it cracking. She screamed and I shoved her to the ground. “Don’t mess with me, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

I’ve taken him out once already today, time to finish the job. “However, you’ll watch on from another realm…not this one.” I grant him just enough time to give me a questionable look before I knock his feet from under him, his knees crashing to the ground and I move my hands to his head…gripping tightly and twist until I hear a resounding crack. Breaking his neck in one swift action.

"There's the real you I'd been waiting for." I never knew there was something that could crack the bastard up. Let alone a woman... Who says there were rare men with no weaknesses? I didn't wait for another second to pass me by. I fucking swung. My fist collided with his jaw, and he staggered half a step back. Saint didn't say a word. He just straightened, wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand… and cracked his neck like he was finally being given permission to breathe. Then he came at me.

Nervous energy swirled around me as I cracked first my knuckles and then my neck. The sound relaxed me more than the feeling. I cracked my left hand again then my right. Blowing air out of my cheeks, I sat on my couch and started my deep breathing. In for eight seconds, out for eight seconds, eight times. I'd tried to stop with my first-day ritual, but the one and only time I hadn't done the whole cracking, breathing, relaxing thing, one of the lights had fallen on me during filming. During a sex scene. I'd been naked.

i said and coughed a little to add more spice to my sick character "So you are currently naked in your chest region because I'm seeing your bra here too" he said i smiled at him and he smiled smiled back and walked out of the room, he tried to close the door but the door won't close anymore because it's broken, he broke it with his strength. That's his business though because he will eventually be the one to fix it

Oh, аnd I рullеd dоwn hіѕ fucking wrіѕt аt thе ѕаmе tіmе. I'm nоt ѕurе hоw muсh fоrсе an elbow can tаkе оn a muѕсlе bound guу lіkе thаt. What I аm sure оf іѕ thаt I applied way more thаn nесеѕѕаrу. Hіѕ аrm gave ѕоmеthіng bеtwееn a ѕnар аnd a crunch аnd wаѕ іmmеdіаtеlу useless. He ѕtооd in ѕhосk for оnlу a ѕрlіt second bеfоrе hіѕ еуеѕ wаtеrеd. At lеаѕt, I think thеу watered bесаuѕе my fist quickly met hіѕ nоѕе wіth a rе ѕоundіng crack. Down went thе big man. I ѕtооd оvеr hіm whіlе hе grоаnеd, holding hіѕ broken еlbоw with blооd flоwіng from a ѕwоllеn nоѕе. I'm nоt ѕurе іf hе could ѕее me. I bent оvеr аnd hіm аnd рullеd hіѕ fасе up to mіnе bу hіѕ hаіr.

Coldren's already asleep, his black cap covering his face as a snore wafts through the hall. I walk over to him reluctantly and say "Coldren, its ending." but he doesn't even stir. I then poke his arm, and he finally comes awake. "Wh-What? What do you want?" "The event is ending now." "Ooh. Okay, Jesus Christ my back!" He yawns as he twists his upper body, causing a sickening crack. I wince at the sound because bones cracking has always been revolting to me. "What? Why did you make that face?"

I gripped the wheel. “It’s already cracking.”