Blasphemous Double Jump Novels & Stories

Mr Vim took off his cigarette and climbed on the bed to meet Helma. Helma patiently waited for him to come to bed, he smiled making funny noises at Helma. Helma gathered all her strength and kicked him in his private area. "Ouch! You bi**h" Mr Vim yelled in pain holding his private region with both hand. Helma breathed hard. She tried again to loosen her hands but she hissed in pain. Mr Vim bent four knees on the floor hissing in pain. He cursed and threatened to kill Helma.

Sasha executed a Zenpo Keri or forward kick, stomping with all his might while keeping his spine erect to maintain balance, which was characteristic of a Slayer’s Budo Taijutsu (martial art of distance). The tremendous force of the kick rocked the whole pinball cabinet towards the left and ironically speeded up Aki’s slide towards the Out Hole. But this was all part of the plan because there was an overhanging shelf on the right side of the Out Hole’s mouth. By increasing Aki’s momentum, Sasha sent her right onto that shelf. Then Aki did a reflexive back flip and brought herself out of the mouth of death and onto the left trampoline. “OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!” Aki panted. “That was close!”

In a swift, fluid motion, she thrust her fist through the air in his direction. A rush of flames erupted with staggering force, momentarily halting Binge’s momentum, followed by a sudden explosion-tinged kick. Evee’s entire leg flared into charred, cracked skin that glowed with lava-like veins, sending her recoiling backward while blasting Binge into the very spot where his chains were anchored. She stayed poised, flames still licking at her leg, prepared for any sign that Binge might spring again.

I watched helplessly as the knife in the man's raised hand plunged without hesitation into her back! That flash of red burst into my mind, shattering all rational thought in my shock. Mom gasped in pain but still held onto the man's waist, desperately shouting to me, ”Jump! Mia, jump now! Don’t stop!” My blood felt frozen, but the instinct to survive took over. There was no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. I rushed to the window and jumped without hesitation. As I landed and bounced violently on the trampoline, I felt a sharp pain shoot from my ankle up to my calf.

I say, low and sharp, "you stay behind me. You do not shift. You do not run. Do you understand?" Nova nods instantly. Leo doesn't answer. But his feet plant wide and his chin lifts and that's answer enough. A figure steps through the gap. My lungs stop. He's bigger than I remember. Or maybe I'd let myself forget. Six-foot-five of barely-contained Alpha, standing in the gap of his own gate like he's daring the world to walk through it. Dark hair, messier than before. That jaw, Gods, that jaw, sharp enough to cut, hard enough to last forever. A charcoal henley, sleeves shoved to his elbows like confinement is a personal insult. Combat pants dusted with ash. Heavy boots planted like he's been w

“Surprise and speed is the thing you have going for you. You’ll never outmatch a High Alpha in strength.” I threw another double jab then tried a double jab cross. Valentin nodded in approval. We went back and forth for a few moments before I tripped on one of Valentin’s particularly tough crosses and landed on my ass. I “oofed” as I went down. Valentin offered a hand to help me stand up. I batted it away and got to my feet on my own. I resumed the athletic stance and began circling Valentin again. He smirked slightly at me. I tried to ignore the way it warmed my bones.

Andrea had barely finished apologizing when she deliberately kicked over the trash can. It hit the floor with a loud crash. I frowned, irritation rising, ready to lash out. Then I saw what had spilled across the floor, and my breath caught. Inside were the matching shirts I had bought for Quinton and me, our mugs, and a thick photo album. There was also an old digital camera. Every single item had been ruined on purpose. Some were sliced cleanly in half, while others were smashed beyond repair.

Or 3 above where you're standing, 3 to the right. Jax grabbed a handful of pebbles from the cave floor just in case. He tossed one onto 3,2 and nothing happened. He jumped. He tossed one onto 6,5 and again nothing happened. Jax: What's the 3rd one Nova? Nova: 3, 8. From where you're standing 3 to the left, 3 above. Jax exhaled through his nose and leapt to the third safe block. It was a farther jump than the last, but he landed steady.

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

Destination: unknown subterranean level. When the chute finally spat me out, I didn't roll blindly like some panicked civilian. I executed a perfect combat breakfall. I absorbed the bone – jarring impact against the cold, damp concrete with the heavy muscle of my back and shoulders. I slid to a halt, instantly rolling up onto one knee. My hands were raised in a defensive guard, my eyes scanning the pitch – black void. I was in the Abyss.