Brutal Henti Novels & Stories

The words dripped with ice cold anger. Marcus held up both hands in self-defense. “Look ET, before you bring down your wrath on my head, I just want to let you know that I was just as stunned as you are now when Mr. Saunders called to tell me he was backing out of the deal. And you should know I tried to reason with him, but he was….”

She hated how the kids bullied her saying she was ‘suicidal. But no one knew the real truth. His fist connected with her jaw. She yelped out. The ache was back. “This is what you deserve when you don't listen to me, whore.” He punched her face again but this time his sharp cold silver rings collided with her eye. The girl loudly screamed out. Her breathing halted for a moment. Punching her across the same side once again, he was satisfied. He knew this would damage her right eye. But his inner demons wanted more. Wanted more blood to be shed.

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

Sofia said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment the apartment went completely silent. Then the bottle slammed down on the counter with a sharp crack. “You don’t get a choice,” he snapped. He crossed the distance between them quickly and grabbed her arm, his fingers digging painfully into the same bruised skin. Sofia sucked in a sharp breath but refused to cry out. “You should be grateful,” he continued angrily. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me all these years? Feeding you, housing you, putting up with your attitude

‘Your bedding some whore and our dad and our mate where fighting for their lives’ ‘I Know’ ‘You were marking that bitch and I couldn’t stop you’ ‘Fuck’ ‘If we have to slut as our mate and Luna, if I don’t get my mate back wolf or not, if Ireland dies I WILL LEAVE YOU’ Then Finn cuts the l**k and I can’t feel him.

It lunged at me with hands shaped into jagged blades, but I dodged, driving my teeth into the base of its throat. Alina went straight for the one holding Rhea, slashing upward with her dagger. The blade didn’t just cut—it burned, the light from it searing into the revenant’s skin like fire on paper. The creature screamed, letting Rhea collapse into the grass, and Alina drove her heel into its chest, forcing it back. Rhea gasped and scrambled to her feet, blood dripping from her mouth. “You good?” I called, tossing a revenant into the trees. “I’m insulted you had to ask,” she spat, shifting into her half-form, claws elongating as she launched herself into the nearest threat.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him. "You have started talking a lot. Now I will put an end to your remorse. I will f***k you so hard you will beg me to kill you" Putting his hand on her back, he unzipped the frock. Today, he was again preparing to reveal his brutality to her. Freed from his grip, she slapped the man in the face with a loud slap which he could not bear so easily now or he was about to come to his senses due to this slap.

The words are harsh, his accent turning them guttural. I fight for air and find it. Tears streaming down my face, I can’t fight him, don’t dare. Instead I’m fighting myself. Fighting every urge to push him away—as the survival instinct is screaming at me to do. There’s another part of me screaming and begging for more, more of his cock, his will taking me over. I swallow and he groans, his beautiful face tightening. “Blyat', ne delay etogo,” he mutters harshly. His other hand goes around my throat. “I said, don’t do that. When I come, but not yet.”

She walked past him. His heart fluttered. She was looking beautiful. She had a Burberry round crossbody bag and her brown hair was up in a summer bun. She had put on light makeup. He felt heat rising in his body. “Oh wait,” She turned again. “I forgot to put on my contacts. Give me a moment.” He stopped her by grabbing her arm. “No. These glasses look good on you.” Her cheeks flushed on this sudden touch. She looked at him and then at her arm.

Swaying his hips as invitation. "That’s my bunny. My beautiful, beautiful bunny". Bright covered him with his body, and settled inside in one go. Win was no doubt sensitive and over simulated but his libido was nowhere satisfied. He was deaf to all sounds except the skin slapping. His voice was thick with all moaning and screams. Bright was nowhere different. He was sweating and now he could feel his climax near. He sped up in full blast and imprinting his hands on the bubbly butts he cum hard filling the condom to brim. Win was so lost that he didnt realize when he cum again, untouched.