Blow His Head Smoove Off Novels & Stories

"You said it yourself. I didn't force you." Furious, I kicked him, but he laughed even more cheerfully. Caressing my head, he held me close and said, "That's more like it. What did Joshua turn you into anyway? A weakling? The real Olivia is someone who boldly fights back when something displeases her." The real me was someone who boldly fought back if something displeased me, huh? His words made my eyes redden with tears. I buried my head against his shoulder, but I felt a sense of peace and assurance wash over me.

His smirk is insufferable, and rage boils in my veins. He smirks, and my jaw clenches. Only Amelia’s sweet lips have the right to utter my given name. No fucking other person! Callum will pay dearly for such disrespect. I stalk towards the bars, gesturing for him to come closer. The second that arrogant face is within reach, I rear back and slam my forehead against his nose. A sickening crunch echoes through the room as blood gushes over his features.

Sam spat. He slammed his elbow into the gut of the guy holding him, knocking his wind out. The guy crumpled back, pulling the blade away from Sam’s throat. I bit my lip to keep from cheering. Sam whirled and slammed his palm up into the guy’s nose with a crunch, then grabbed his head, obviously about to finish him with a knee to the skull.

I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. Without hesitation, Alex lifted his arm that held the blade and swung it down severing Amaro’s head from his body. His head dropped down to the floor and rolled into the plastic container that had been set up ready for it. His headless body trembled for a few seconds and a massive flow of blood shot out from his headless neck.

"I needed—a morning blowjob, relax." Once again, arrogant and cocky Zac had returned. My nose scrunched in distaste. "I do not want to know about that." "About my morning blowjobs?" "Shut up!" I exasperated quietly, not wanting to draw attention. I waved my hand in the air as if swatting him away. "Turn around. Leave me alone." Zac's eyes grew darker. "I don't think you should tell me what to do, Bloom." He smirked, his voice low and deep.

“Hello Mr. Anderson, I’ll be right with you.” “#@#@&. Are you trying to violate the…” The being with the arm in his chest struggled to speak, but was interrupted as a bang sound erupted. The blurred faced figure burst into black smoke flowing into the newly emerged man’s mouth. “As if I care.” The new comer spoke with a chuckle. Then with a snap of his fingers, the smoke behind him burst apart as well and began to flow into his mouth until it was completely gone.

Bastard! I saw red, and I let the anger fuel me, I reared back and smashed the back of my head into his skull hard. It disoriented him enough to let me go, but I was also out of it for a few seconds. What was his head made of, steel? The back of my head throbbed and it seemed as if I had shaken my brain loose from the confines of my skull. I shook my head to shake off the dizziness as I moved a few steps away from him and blinked rapidly to force my hazy gaze to focus. Seems the sedative might not have completely gone from my system. When I looked up at him, the look on his face was something else. Not fear, just a smile.

Blade laughs, pulling the bottle from my lips. I clench my teeth against the burn, making a strange noise at the base of my throat, and I lean too far back. Gasping, I teeter, almost tipping the plank of wood. I grip the rope in my right hand and Blade swears, wrapping an arm around my waist, spilling vodka down his pants. Somehow, he manages to stabilize us. And I straighten myself, feeling like an idiot.

One of the guys grabbed me by my waist and walked with me on his shoulder toward the black van that was down the road. I screamed, scratched his face and hit him but he didn’t react, he kept walking toward the black van. The front door opened, and Smash got out of the black van. He wore his daily theme—A white T-shirt, white pants, and red sneakers. He slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I got a little dizzy from the slap. “How dare you?”. He was furious. He looked like he was ready to kill me. He looked at me like I was his worst enemy. I was in deep shit.

I provoke him once again. The rogue shakes his head furiously before charging at me again. I jump out of the way in time and run for the shovel. I grab it and charge at him while he was still facing away from me. I yell as I swing the shovel at his head as hard as I could, but he barely avoids the swing. He swings his head, hitting me on my side and sends me flying a few feet back. I hit and roll on the grass a few times before coming to a full stop. I shake my head to focus again.