Novel & Cerita Curvy Quinn Facial Abuse

She toppled over and fell on her knees in front of him. The Alpha bent down in front of her and dug his hand into her hair “so silky, so soft—what’s the trick . . .” he let his voice trail off, and Quinn winced when he tugged harder at the strands, hurting her. She had heard of males who liked to hurt females in the art of pleasure, and her heart skipped several beats at the thought that this Alpha was one of them. Her eyes sought his grey once, a plea in her innocent ones, but the plea died when she saw the look in his.

Then, pointing at me, she shouted to the police, "Officers, Megan had her reasons for doing this! "Donovan is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's severely abusive. In fact, he nearly had Megan beaten to death." As she spoke, she pushed up Megan's sleeve, revealing a densely clustered pattern of scars and bruises on her arm. The crowd erupted once again. Mr. Monroe's brows were tightly knit. With a grave expression, he looked at me, then at Megan. This was something I hadn't experienced in my previous life. For a moment, my mind went blank.

"You're the one who's incapable! You were the one who didn't have the balls to open fire! You were the one who didn't have the guts to put your life on the line! What kind of man are you?" Selene scratched at his face like a madwoman. "Bitch!" Caleb was furious. He used his functioning hand to slap Selene. I wasn't interested in watching this dog fight, so I turned to leave. "Separate them and take them." The surveillance room was illuminated only by artificial light from screens. Through the cameras in the holding room, it was evident that Selene's face was completely disfigured. Her face had been slashed a thousand times, not more and not less. She was curled into the corner, letting out i

He was driven by pain, a pain I knew all too well. But there was no time to dwell on empathy. My muscles coiled, and I countered with a strike meant to disarm, not to maim. My fist connected with the thick fur of his shoulder, a blow backed by the force of my Luna Queen heritage. The impact resounded through the clearing, a testament to the clash of wills made manifest.

This was because Sienna had kicked him with no expression at all. Three inches below the abdomen. A fatal kick. Quentin doubled over, and the pain caused his originally handsome facial features to be fully distorted; he looked somewhat comical. Several male classmates who had followed him saw this scene with their own eyes, and they all took deep breaths. Huff! The sense of substitution was so strong that they could already feel the pain themselves! Clara, who came with them, covered her mouth in fear. She rushed forward immediately to support Quentin who was about to fall to the ground. She was very worried as she asked, “Quentin, how are you? Are you okay?”

With quivering voice, she replied, “Yes, I was there and a witness to all of it. She verbally humiliated and abused them! The omegas were all trembling with fear as she tried to kill them. She continued even when they beg.” After looking at me, Abigail continued, “They… they are all innocent and weak omegas… and yet, she went on and vent her anger in them. There were those who have a fatal injury that needs weeks of recovery. There is even one who has a fracture shin.” A fake tear dropped from the corner of her eye, and she wiped it dry with her wrinkled hands. I wanted to laugh. What a best actress. Bored by her acting, I asked, “Do you have any evidence to all your accusations?”

And why can't I reach anyone through the link? I hear that voice in my head again. ‘Fight. It will bring him back.’ Pulling together all that strength I could and remembering all the training that Quinn insisted that April and I have to fight against larger males I brought my tied fists down onto the back of his neck. Then I brought my knees up the best I could to connect with anything on his lower half possible whether that was his stomach or his crotch I didn’t care. Quinn rolled to his side with his back to me. I struggled into a sitting position and held my breath to see what was going to happen. I was trying to get the gag out of my mouth when Quinn rolled to face me. His eyes went wide

“Are we leaving because you have a hard-on?” “Yep.” “That’s all?” “Jesus, Libby, will you get in the goddamn truck so we can talk about this at home?” “Nope.” Quinn stared at her as if she’d morphed into a three-eyed, green-tentacled alien life form. “So it’s okay for you to get me off in public, but I can’t return the favor?” “What?”

I can't believe this. "No! I'm not leaving, Cain! That woman is evil! The people should know how evil Brianna Quinn is! She stabbed me! She manipulated you! She used her advantage very well to hurt me. I don't even know I have to fight with her so I can have you back when originally, you are mine!" "Miss Quinn stabbed you, Miss Amber?" "When did it happen?" "Miss Quinn, are these true?" I looked at Cain and realized he's looking at me too. I don't know if my eyes were playing with me or he really looked sorry.

Celine's voice dripped with mockery. "Don't worry. I'm not letting you off easy this time. You can spend the rest of your days reforming yourself in prison." The moment Quinn heard that, she tried to run. But Celine blocked the door. "Bitch! Go to hell!" When Quinn realized she couldn't escape, her survival instinct transformed into rage. She unleashed it all on Celine. Celine was ready for her. She grabbed Quinn by the hair and slammed her head against the wall. "Did your little victim act work out well for you?"