Baki Cracking His Neck Novels & Stories

I gave a quick smirk . Pulling him out forcibly and banging his head with the rod . "You thought I would let you go ." I smirked, " so naive ." "All done?" Mr.Bristol asked, standing behind me . "All done. " I stood up, turning to face him . "Why are you so obsessed with banging heads? I told you it's gross . Stop doing it ." He scrunched up giving a disgusting look . "Well it's easy and quick . " I turned on my heels to head out .

Pain crashed through his nose as it collided with the grit, blood pouring from scrapes and damaged cartilage. "Tell them you slipped, slipped getting something for your fake master," Babi scoffed as he watched Zuberi sit up, clutching what was surely a broken nose. "Slipped and smashed your silly head against his walls. Of course," he bounced on his toes. "You cleared up your mess."

" Edmond's bone chilling voice sounds through the hall making me raise my eyes to see him standing few meters away with Halley in his arms, his mouth in a thin line. 'Oh Thea! I can't believe you just stood there and watched' Brian's voice follows, making Thea roll her eyes. 'what should I have done? I will never stop someone for doing something so absolutely right Mister' Thea retorts back at Brian. 'I am so disappointed. Come on!’ Brian says as he pulls his wife away, clearly not wanting strangers to listen to their bickering. ‘oh seems Mr. Matchington has finally decided to show himself huh?' I say, sneering at them.

Danica smiled at him. “Miss me?” He said playfully as he began walking on the glowing rocks. “Yes.” She said her breath catching in her throat as he tried to control her breathing from being panicked about him crossing. As he got to her the bag shifted slightly a small amount of little pebbles spilled out of the bag. Danica inside twisted in on themselves as she watched the pebbles fall in slow motion onto the dark ash rocks. She watched the pebbles bounce and skip across the surface. It was as if the only sound in the room was the cracking of the ash rock platform. Her eyes widened as she saw the surface around them begin to crack and creek like ice on a frozen lake.

I feel the bile rising in my throat and it dribbles out the side of my mouth. “I am opening you up and looking inside Brehena. You could make this so much easier and tell me where you keep it” What the fuck is the idiot talking about? Keep what? A groan is the only response I can muster I need to save what little strength I have left. She doesn’t seem to find what she is looking for by cutting strips of skin off. I hear her huff in frustration at clearly not getting what she wants. I hear movement near the door and income two huge-looking dudes.

Rolled my neck until it cracked. “Come on then,” I muttered to the dark. “Let’s get this over with.” The first one lunged from the trees, thinking surprise was still on their side. Rookie mistake. I spun and drove my elbow straight into his jaw. Felt the crunch beneath my skin as his head snapped sideways and he hit the dirt hard, twitching like a puppet with cut strings.

Nico's sitting on a crate, flipping through a notebook, cigarette hanging from his mouth. He raises an eyebrow. "The hell's your problem?" "Not now," I mutter, walking past him. "Yeah, figured," he says, hopping off the crate. "You only look like that when it's her." I don't answer. I grab the first heavy bag I see and start hitting it. Hard. Each punch lands with a dull, hollow thud that echoes through the place. Nico leans against the wall, watching. "You gonna tell me what happened, or you just gonna kill the bag?"

His expression was strained as he reached out a hand, as if to help me up. However, the dissatisfaction in his eyes had not faded at all. When he grabbed my hand, his grip was too tight, like he was holding something back. The next second, he suddenly tightened his grip. A sharp crack rang out. My arm snapped. … I crashed heavily back onto the ground. A few bills slipped out of my pocket and scattered across the floor.

Clinton gave me a look that spelled what the fuck is wrong with you, man. “As much as I’d rather not even ask,” Clinton sighed. “What the actual hell is wrong with Niko? You’re acting like a kid who hasn’t had tits to suck for the past few days.” He dropped his phone, giving me his full attention. I curled up on the couch. “I think I’m broken, Clinton. I’m fucking broken, Clinton.” I wove my hair backward. “Broken?” He pursed his lips. “Let me take a guess—it has something to do with that kid?”

He forces my head to the side, dislodging my teeth from his body. Nico scrambles back on his ass with one hand clutching his baby-making jewels and the other hand cradling his neck. A look of shock flares in his eyes as his lips twist into a snarl. The other guard growls as he steps in front of Nico, his eyes turning a dark shade, promising me pain.