Novel & Cerita Full Brutal Book

“Time to wreck this ass, you worthless wedding whore.” I tried to push up on my elbows but he shoved my face back down into the wet, piss-soaked sheets. His thick cock pressed against my asshole with zero mercy and forced its way inside in one brutal push. The burn was immediate and vicious. I screamed into the mattress, tears pouring down my face, but he just laughed and started fucking my ass hard and deep, no warmup and no gentleness, just brutally brutal fucking. “Take it, you disgusting little cumrag. Thank me for ruining you at your cousin’s wedding.”

So hard and I fuck her like a new dangerous beast has been released inside of me. I fuck her like I have lost my mind because I have indeed lost my mind, so I fuck her like a madman. Raw, Rough, and hard. The table creaks due to my brutal thrusts and my dear Milana moans and cries out my name. I never slow down as I fuck her pussy like I own it, to the point of breaking it. I know that I'm going to leave her very sore, but I can't fucking help it. My hip meets with hers over and over again and I keep up with my animalistic thrusts.

He growled, his weight pushing me into the carpeted floor harshly. “Yes.” And then it was on. “Good. Because now, there's nothing that would stop me.” His hand went to my top as his rough fingers started to tore at it. “I will f.ck you so hard, little girl, I’ll make you cry.” Daily Update. Standalone. (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.) 6. INDEBTED To A Tyrant King. (Mafia romance)

~Agathe~ [Flashback, fifteen years ago] What I saw next in front of me wasn't what I expected, as everything happened so suddenly. Three strong, consecutive punches landed directly on the tall boy's face, and I was too stunned to even react. "Do you think you can fool me, dumbass? How many more beatings do you need to understand? I can see right through your idiotic mind!” The tall boy collapsed to the ground, but the old man continued to assault him, kicking his stomach and his back numerous times.

Surrounded by those who separated me from my comrades far enough to make me unable to monitor them as a whole. The battle was quite fierce. They managed to get me injured due to their simultaneous attacks. Even though I was hurt, I didn't suffer that bad of a fall. Thanks to my status as an alpha, my body underwent a rapid healing period. My skin regenerated faster, healing my wounds but not the others. "We have a serious situation, alpha Atlas." Brian, the beta who was my representative, approached with a dishevelled look. Surprisingly, when I usually find her expressionless and speaking in an indifferent tone. But now she was slightly affected.

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.

The bite rips free, flesh tearing as I crash to the ground, blood pouring down my side. I can’t breathe. Every inhale is fire. My hand gropes blindly for the knife, sticky with blood. My body feels like lead, but I push up, spitting blood onto the dirt. The Alpha and Casen lock in a brutal clash, snarls and growls shaking the air. Casen’s teeth sink into his throat, but the Alpha slams him off, claws raking deep down Casen’s flank. Casen yelps, staggering, but lunges again.

Fabrizio hurled his gun onto the desk, the metallic sound echoing through the room, then swept his arm across it, sending papers, folders, and glasses crashing to the floor. He yanked the chair and threw it against the bookshelf, toppling books, frames, and every useless reminder that dared remained. The wood groaned under the assault of his fists—dry, relentless blows—until blood ran down his knuckles, but he didn’t stop. The pain wasn’t just welcome, it was necessary. It was the only thing still under his control, as if hurting himself were the only way to bear the weight of humiliation. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his lungs fighting for air, and the bitter taste of defeat burned

A sharp crack echoed through the warehouse as the mysterious figure slammed a baton against Victor’s hand, sending the silver pistol clattering across the floor. Elena gasped. Victor spun, trying to fight back, but Adrian moved fast—closing the distance in a blink, tackling him to the ground. The two men crashed to the concrete floor, fists flying. Years of rivalry, hatred, and unfinished business exploded into violence. Adrian struck hard, his punches swift and brutal, but Victor was wild, fueled by desperation. He clawed at Adrian’s face, landed a blow to his ribs that knocked the breath from him. Elena struggled against the ropes on her wrists, her heart in her throat as the fight unfolde