Byakuya Ultimate Punishment Mga Nobela at Kwento

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

"Yes. And both of you will get your punishment soon." Janet shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if it didn't matter. "I've reached my goal. David is dead." It instantly ignited a growl from my mate, making her flash a wicked smile. "Unfortunately, I couldn't kill you. But you were still innocent at that time, so we're even. We are both victims here." Eliot launched forward, gripping the cells tightly while gritting his teeth. "We're not the same. And I'll make sure you'll get your punishment soon."

His hand met my face with a hard slap. "Where is he?!" Two more strikes hit my face. My vision blurred, the world spun, and a bitter taste of blood filled my mouth. I spat at him. He smiled, a crooked, arrogant smile, and said in a chilling voice: "I’ll find out, because I have you. And believe me, Gutemberg is so obsessed with your little slut pussy that he would give his life for it." Jimmy struck my face mercilessly again. The pain shot through me, making the world spin brutally. Before my vision could align, Pryia grabbed the computer monitor on the desk and, in one swift motion, hurled it forcefully at Jimmy’s head. His body staggered and then collapsed, unconscious.

"How could you change like this?" Her words barely escaped before my hand flew, delivering a resounding slap. She glared at me, incredulous. "You hit me?" "The certificate's authentic. My husband's the real deal, and that slap?" I smirked. "One hundred percent deserved. I've tolerated your games for too long. Who is this pity party for?" Andrea cradled her cheek, melting into Steven's arms with dramatic sobs. He fumed, poised to retaliate, but Levi's steely glare daunted him.

“Die!” Yamamoto roared explosively. He rushed over, hitting the platinum-ranked bounty hunter squarely in the forehead with his final punch. Bang! A resounding crack could be heard from the bounty hunter’s skull. His mind went blank before a burst of pain finally registered. The pain lasted only for a split second, and right after that, the man could no longer perceive any sensation. “A mere grain of rice dares to stand on equal ground with the stars,” Yamamoto muttered disdainfully, then turned around to bash another gold-ranked bounty hunter from Yamafuji Sai out of the way.

And yet, he’s saying he held back? Just kill me, why don’t you?. Miyamura leaves, then comes back with ice. He pulls me up again, removed my hands from my face again and presses the ice to my forehead. Stop manhandling me you bastard. “How am I supposed to seriously punish you when you can’t even handle something like this?”. He mutters to himself, while holding the ice to my forehead. It hurts. I cry even more. What does he mean by ‘seriously punish’? Was this supposed to be pre-punishment?.

"Vengeance is one of life's greatest motivators." - K.S Brooks, Lust for Danger * * * * July 2009, Aoyama Cemetery Tohya frowned as he leaned against the bark of the sakura tree with his arms folded, the flower petals of the sakura tree fluttering down to the ground around him. He couldn’t believe that that was what Ren used to be like, and that he and Yuri had actually fought almost to the death. And if Ren could actually match up to Yuri three years ago, exactly how strong is he now?

It looked like he had been struck by lightning. He looked down, and all he could see was a scorched black area. A big, transparent hole appeared in the middle of his chest. His chest area had been punched through with just a punch. The blood surged like a river. As for Alex, after sending out that punch, he ignored the disciple and rushed toward Yohei. “Bakayaro!” Yohei activated his mental powers fiercely, and it pierced toward Alex’s brain like a sharp blade. Then, he followed up closely with a thrust of his katana. It was the katana, Shiketsu!

I’m not scared of his wrinkled liver-spotted ass since I can take him in a fight. Hibiki was a trooper as he took the seat, which put his back to my father. He knew well enough I’d want to keep an eye on the bastard. And I have to admit it’s a bit of a badass move. Turning your back to the head of a yakuza is considered one of the ultimate offenses. And based on how hard Takashi is trying to glare a hole through Hibiki’s back, he is taking it as an offense.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his