Death Punchies Regular Show Novels & Stories

At least go a bit easy on a woman! Diana leaped to her feet and stood there bouncing, ready to leap away at any moment. Her quick reflex was her only hope now. But all her hopes went in vain when Devin moved so fast that he was nothing more than a blur. Before she could even blink, he was standing right in front of her, his hand swinging towards her face. Her eyes went wide and she could only stand rooted to her spot as his punch landed on her face, making her head snap to the side. Blood sprayed from her mouth, along with what was probably a tooth or two. Diana coughed and shook her head to stop the ringing in her ears as the second punch landed on the other side of her face, eerily closer

He breathes heavily for a moment then turns away only to hear coughing and laughing coming from the ground) Dantzler: WHEW!! YOU REALLY LET ME HAVE IT, UNLOADED EVERYTHING! Well....my turn! (Getting up and brushing off his now tattered clothes, he takes a single step forward and seemingly vanished before Charlie's eyes. Suddenly appearing behind him Dantzler delivers a vicious punch to his back sending Charlie flying forward as he takes a single step again and disappears)

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

his pleas fell on deaf ears, and Ben uncuffed the buttons on his sleeves and folded them up. Ben pounced on him landing heavy hits anywhere his hands could touch, Every punch he landed sent blood flying around, splattering across the floor of the room, and shock waves through the man's body, his punches were so heavy that he had to recharge after every hit taking his time. Slowly engaging in the gruesome act to cause as much pain as possible.

The way he was even exuding a chilly aura shows that he doesn't like the position he met them in. Damien took a long stride to them, closing the distance between them. He grabbed Greg's collar immediately and land him a heavy punch. Greg falls immediately and his nose was already bleeding. Who the fuck are .... " He was unable to finish his word when Damien grabbed him again. He punched him really hard on the face. He continues to punch him really hard till his face got disfigured. His face was covered with blood and bruise.. Damien kicked him hard in the stomach and growled.

But, if he wants to die, let him be then! In the next moment, Silas threw out a ferocious punch, wanting to take down Alex’s head. His move was inexorable and as fast as lightning. If this punch were to be thrown on a steel plate, a thinner steel plate would be pierced, not to mention a human’s head. It would definitely be beaten into a crushed watermelon. Alex did not move at all, as if that punch from Silas had shocked him and he had lost all his moving abilities because of extreme fear. Witnessing this scene, Cheryl and Phoebe exclaimed and yelled consecutively, “Be careful!”

“How disgusting. She turns him down, so he does this? Which college is he from? I’m reporting him. People like this should be expelled!” Watching them wrapped up in each other’s arms, an image of the last thing I saw in my previous life, right before I died in that fire, flashed in my mind. A wave of fury exploded from deep inside my chest. Before I even realized it, my fist connected with Wayne’s face. The punch landed hard, splitting his lip open on the spot.

*punch* *punch* His death should be the cruellest death in this history. I want to give him that. *punch* *punch* *punch* I will give him the most painful death. I WILL! *hard punch* *bag torn and sand fell with a 'whoof' sound* Yes! Just like this bag, you will fall on my mother's feet, lifeless! I promised that faceless monster in my imagination. I sighed and removed the layer hanging and replaced it with a new bag and continued to work out my anger. While I was at the verge of breaking the fifth bag, The door to my small gym slammed opened and my mom sighed in relief.

An uppercut toss him meters away. His tooth forcefully depart his tooth. He bleed and groan non stop. I leap with a massive punch directly to his chest. It burys him deeper into the ground. He also forcefully puke black coloured blood. But I care less. I roam his pretty face with numerous punches. My every punch highly disfigures him. He scream non stop and continually battles survival. I finally stop. I stare distained at his disfigured face. He gasp for slow arriving breath. I aim another punch.

This punch is for forging DNA reports. "This is for the purpose of ending Trisha and his relationship. This is for Trisha's embarrassment. This is for Trisha's accident and so on." With each punch, Jonathan was getting weaker. "JONATHAN" Jonathan punched Sara as someone tried to pry him off Sara. Maybe Brandon. "JONATHAN STOP." Jonathan punched Sara in the face, and blood poured from her mouth. It breaks him somewhere in his heart. Why? Why does it have to be this way?Why? Why?