Beat My Meat Novels & Stories

"You sure?" I know that he knows I am lying but I just change the subject and say, "Yah. Let's just quickly go home and eat dinner. My stomach has been grumbling since we started the rehearsal. I need my energy to be refilled for tomorrow or else I am going to look like a hungry zombie." Zach laughs and says, "Okay, I will cook dinner for the both of us." I cheer excitedly, "Yay!"

Lyle scoffed off-handedly and made Philip famous by the way. Everyone was delighted when they heard Philip’s name. It sounded more credible because Philip was an expert on the advanced list. “Hey, buddy, are you going to eat this meat in front of us? That’s not fair!” a middle-aged man said with a smile. A glutton could hardly resist such a thing. Lyle waved his hand. “I want to sell this grilled beast meat, but I'm not very particular about the price. A thousand energy stones per piece of meat will do!” Lyle announced with a grin, clearly intending to make a fortune from these people.

"I'm a man who always controls everything. And you're the only thing that makes my body move before my mind." ~ Nick L. Lancaster.

He raised his hammer and blocked the fatal blow. He bared his yellowed teeth in a leering grin. "Beatrice, just lie obediently under me already!" As he lunged at me viciously, my heart skipped a beat. The next second, I lifted my leg and kicked him brutally between the legs. I then turned around and ran. "Arghh! You wretch! I'll kill you!" Andy screamed in agony. Bent over, he glared at me and swung the hammer at me with all his strength.

"Don't fight the sting. Let it happen. Just sink into the ground." Adrian forced his lungs to expand, consciously releasing the tension in his spine. As he surrendered to the rhythmic, burning sensation, the pain began to morph into something else entirely—a visceral, grounding reality. Every precise stroke of the needle felt like it was carving away the final lingering ghosts of his past, replacing his old, fragile armor with something permanent and real.

Like dogs smelling profit, they rushed over without hesitation, trying to tear a piece off me. However, during those hundred days of playing the heir, I had used the Zimmermans’ money to learn freestyle fighting. When my mother swung a liquor bottle at my head, I kicked her away in one strike. In truth, she wasn’t that terrifying. It was only because the old me had been too weak. However, now I was independent and strong. I had pulled myself out of the mud with my own hands. They bullied the weak and feared the strong. When they realized they couldn’t beat me, they switched to moral blackmail.

“I am standing here in a freezing garage, soaking wet, trying to help you, and you’re out here sabotaging a classic machine just for the fun of it?” Beau’s face went from pale to a bright, indignant red. He stepped up onto his toes, getting right in my face. “You think I want to be here? In this grease-stained pit? With you being a complete jerk every time I open my mouth?” “Then leave!” I yelled. “Take the car to the dealership! Stop coming here!”

He slowly turned to look at me with a playful sneer on his lips. “By the way, you said you wanted to take me somewhere?!” I said to him. “Don’t be faster than you shadow! Relax!” He said to me as he stepped on the accelerotir and drove even faster. “Oh I’m sorry, Alpha Sir,” MUCH LATER “Like it?! “Like?!” I whisper-yelled wide-eyed as I leaned close across the table to Callum. “I love it!” “This is by far the best meat I’ve tasted in my entire life!”

he asked me again. Instead of responding to him, I just ignored him and went to the meat section. He's really pissing me off. I don't even know why he keeps on following me, but I don't really like it. It feels like he's up to something. "What meat should I buy? Leon loves beef sirloin, should I do him a favor and buy it?" I mumbled to myself. "You should buy it if it's your husband's favorite." I almost slapped his face when he spoke beside me again.

“Yeah, I was having a weird inclination to meat of late.How about steak, grams?” “Then steak it is!” “I have to go shower!”