Brutal Kunnin Novels & Stories

A sinner even loves the piousness to mean no harm to the living soul, however hurt the body that's caging it out of sheer madness, hatred or whatever you like to call it, barbarity to some precision! His hold was too strong enough to somewhat suffocate her, extremely firm to not permit her to freely move a muscle or to swivel around as per her own wish. Can't trust with a wild kitten when she scratches you with her razor sharp nails and run away! Well that was her cold blooded husband's ideology, not necessary to synchronize with other civil husbands out there in this world.

He stopped and raised his hands while taking a step back. "What do you mean Uncle Sebatian is your Alpha? What happened to my dad?" I asked. They looked at each other and then at me. "Why are you acting as if you forgot everything?" one of them asked. "Maybe she had an accident and forgot things?" His companion muttered. I looked at them, baffled by their words. “Answer me,” I demanded, pressing the knife against the warrior’s throat. He groaned as the blade grazed his skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

I yell as the stabbing pain shoots through my hands and knees. "Are you fucking stupid? Do you not know how to follow orders? You think you can fuck with my business?!" He yells and I clench my fists. I don't know whather or not to punch him in the knee becase regardless of whatever I did, he does not have the right to throw me around like this.

Maren threw the silk blanket aside and scrambled back against the tufted headboard, her heart hammering in her chest. She refused to cower before the silhouette standing over the wooden crib like a predator in the dark. "Are you out of your mind, standing over us like some sort of sociopath?" she demanded, her voice trembling from the lingering terror of her nightmare.

(and keep that hand stick on the wall beside her head and with his other hand gave a strong punch on it). RATIKA: (a loud shout escaped her mouth due to punch and she felt like all bones on her palm got broken)... she tries to touch her palm with other hand but he held it too... pl... please leave ... please leave my hand ... it pains like a hell... please leave me... RV: Hell... (a monstrous laugh erupts from his mouth scaring her like hell)... hell.... you haven't seen the hell yet my wife.... now I will show you ... what is hell...

Another slap to the left cheek followed, "Did I ask for this?" Brutus's cries were pitiful, his body trembling uncontrollably with humiliation and rage burning in his eyes, yet he dared not retaliate. He was afraid—afraid of being crippled by Kiran. Kiran addressed the men sprawled on the ground, "I said I had no interest in you clowns. Do you believe me now?" "I said I would beat your Brother Wayne to that. Do you believe that?" With those words, Kiran kicked Brutus in the groin. Brutus clutched himself as a mix of yellow and red fluid leaked out, and he was sent flying onto the bar counter.

It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack. The bottle shattered against his temple, sending shards of glass flying. Luca stumbled back, momentarily stunned, the gun falling from his numb fingers. It clattered across the floor, skidding several feet away. Enzo didn't waste the opportunity. He lunged at Luca, tackling him to the ground. They grappled like wild animals, a flurry of fists and kicks. But this time, Enzo seemed fueled by a righteous fury, raining blows down on Luca. The silence that followed was thick and heavy. People began to stir, murmuring amongst themselves.

Brutus's emotions surged uncontrollably, and his agitation reached its peak. He began to leap and dash, engaging in a frenzy of punches. Towering trees crumbled under the force of his blows, the frozen surface of the lake shattered into fragments with each powerful strike, and the one-meter-square-sized rocks were reduced to rubble beneath the relentless force of Brutus' fists.

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."