Brutal Henti 소설 & 이야기

“C’mon, old man! Is that all you’ve got? My baby sister hits harder than you.” Erik’s face reddened with the insult, and he charged sounding like a wounded bear. Brand easily parried the man’s blade and turned in a circle, coming up behind and putting the tip of his sword to the back of Erik’s neck. “Yield before I hurt you,” Brand said, his voice light-hearted.

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

Betty gathered all her courage to ask the Beast some questions since he had taken control of Develin all of a sudden, who was physically struggling with himself to take over again. “My name is Brutus, Mate!” The Beast replied to Betty who suddenly stretched her hand out and touched his stubble cheek, making Brutus purr in satisfaction. “Okay, nice to finally meet you Brutus, uhm….are you planning to hurt me in any way or….” “No, but Mate do not reject me or I will get angry!....my mate, mate stay with me and my human!” Brutus spoke again. “Yeah about that…you must understand that I just lost my baby and I was very upset because your human has kept me prisoner here for some months now and I m

He'll leave no tables unturned to hurt her and that means, it's just the beginning of something terrible, inhumane! 'You quit no chance to infuriate me babe. Tonight you can scream all you want because tommorow, it's your brother's turn who plotted my murder!', once again the thunder roared showing her white horror stricken face and his darkening figure holding a leather whip and handcuffs in his other hand, his beast ready to taint the beauty!

Tearing the door from its hinges, I barge in and pick the fucker up by the hair before throwing him across the room. “Who the fuc-” He starts, but I remove my Beretta and kneecap him before he can even think to threaten me, then I walk over and beat him within an inch of his life. The feeling and sound of my fist meeting his face and cracking his bones send me on a different high, but I know if I don’t slow down now that this fucker will die. Tough luck. He touched my mate with the intention to harm; he needs to die.

You don't get to be attracted to the human embodiment of Eastern Bloc tension. Dmitri wasn't charming, he was carved. Like a cold war statue someone accidentally brought to life and handed a child. This wasn't butterflies. This was neurological betrayal. Whatever this was pinging through her, heat, adrenaline, whatever—needed to go straight back to whatever hormonal void it crawled out of. She was not here for cheekbones and frostbite flirtation. She was here for a paycheck. Juice boxes. Healing a small, silent girl. Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor.

Only weight. And then the entity’s whispers began. Not poetic now. Not seductive. Just brutal. You’ll drown. You’ll break. They’ll watch you fail. You don’t deserve them. Ronan’s throat tightened. His first instinct was to spit anger back at it, to turn his fear into a storm. The abyss wanted that too. He felt it—the way the illusion held him, hoping to provoke a surge. Hoping he’d lose control and prove its point. Ronan clenched his fists and held his power close instead. Not because he was weaker. Because restraint was the only way to win this particular fight.

My breath caught in my throat. Sasha. His broad, tattooed inked back was slick with seat and glistening under the dim lights of the cage. Muscles flexing as he landed blows on his opponents jaw with a sickening crunch that made my belly churn. This wasn’t a fight, the opponent stood no chance against this beast called Sasha. He was relentless with his fist moving in a blur, pummelling the bloodied opponent without a void of emotion on his face. He kicked hard and another sickening crack was heard but the crowd and Evelyn roared in approval while my ass shook in fear.

His eyes were unrecognizable, and his presence was menacing. Without warning, Nikolai punched Adrian hard in the face. Adrian gasped in pain, doubling over as Nikolai continued to kick him. Natalia screamed, "Please stop! Please stop!" but Nikolai seemed to be beyond reason. He was too angry and needed to transfer his aggression on someone.