Full Brutal Book Novels & Stories

“Cute. Hold her.” Hands grab my arms from behind, cold and iron-strong . I scream, kicking, flailing , trash bag flying everywhere . The leader leans in, breath rank and coppery , his fangs hovering over my throat . “Easy, sweetheart. This will only hurt until you stop breathing.” His fangs are one inch from my skin when everything explodes. A shadow slams into him . Hard. Brutal . His head hits the brick wall with a sickening crack. I stumble back , heart leaping out of my chest, as a long blade swings through the air . Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls .

He laughed like an insane creature. "Fuck you, Emma, you walk around acting all innocent with an ass like that and those curves. Your heat is nearing and I intend to take full advantage of your rising desires. You'll be crying out my name wanting me to satisfy your burning itch," he said sincerely and I gagged on his words and tears that were streaming down my face. When my skin started to feel like needles were piercing it I barely registered. Brian dropped me to the floor of some room where he locked the door behind himself. I was curled on the concrete floor watching him unbutton his shirt. His body was scarred and oddly muscular. I winced as my body convulsed and I felt my bones snapping

He narrowed his gaze, waiting for an answer but i said nothing. I blinked severally, not able to say a word with n defense of my self. He gripped my hand to my back and pinned me to the wall I was closed to. He held my jaw together with my mouth and I pressed it hard and squeezed it like he wanted to break it into many fragments. I squealed, struggling to breathe and talk but none of this was possible with the way he held me. I only thought he was arrogant, I never thought of him being this brutal and mannerless, no wonder I was so scared of meeting him. My sense of signal was right, it made it clear to me how brutal he would be and now I am experiencing it. I experiencing his inhumanity and

Scarlett's mind raced—whatever had happened earlier had thrilled her in the hotel, the risk of being caught, but this was home, invasive and brutal. The first one, a towering brute with a shaved head, grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall. His free hand ripped her uniform blouse open, buttons flying, exposing her bra and the bruises from earlier. 'Look at these tits,' he grunted, voice deep and accented. He yanked the bra down, her small breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the cool air despite her fear. Scarlett struggled, kicking out, but he was immovable, age and size overwhelming her petite frame.

Pain exploded, white-hot and blinding, blood welling under his bite, copper tang flooding my mouth as I bit my lip. He ground his hips forward, thick cock sliding hot between my ass cheeks, smearing pre-cum over my hole. No lube, no prep, just raw intent. 'This body's mine now, Finn. Every hole, every mark.' His voice dripped ice, even as his teeth worried the wound deeper, sucking the blood like a claim. I bucked under him, torn between shoving back and begging, my mind fracturing. The scars on his chest pressed into my back, rough reminders of his own hidden pains or pleasures. Did he crave this brutality from others too? The thought fueled my shame, my cock twitching harder.

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

Therefore, he took us to my bedroom where on the carpet, on the couch, on the table, on the bed, and in the bathroom he fucked me brutally. When he was done I was laying on the bed exhausted while he cleaned me with a towel. Today he was limitless. He fucked me as if he was beating his opponent. I'm wrenched completely. My walls are still feeling his grip between them so does my body. He smirked looking at my gasping and exhausted body with his marks all over me. This man is so brutal when it comes to bedding me. " Please. Stop now " I request him when he touched my buds which were so sore due to his brutal treatment. He chuckled before moving away.

The man fell down in defeat. Two other wolves rushed towards him. Ian growled his eyes still glowing the brightest shade of green as his feral part took over. One by one they came at Ian and he took one of them and broke their limnbs and used it to beat him to a bloody pulp."Don't be so cocky beta, you'll doe here"One of the wolves side as he snarked at Ian.Ian smiled a dangerous smile at him.

She bit her lip harder, so much she drew blood which stained the glass she rested on. He didn't wait. He didn't take pity. He didn't give mercy, and she wanted none as he began pounding her. This wasn't like his usuals. This wasn't hard or gentle. It was brutal, and her? She was in for all. "Mr. Briggs!" "Oh...Mr. Briggs!" "Yes!! Yes please don't have mercy! Fuck me like that! I want you deeper! Don't stop please!" "Ahhhh!!!!" All shame was probably dropped by his office door before she came in.

I reached up and pulled the mask off gently. I bit my lower lip and my grasp on the mask tightened. There was a cut above his eyebrow, fresh blood trickling down his cheek. His eye was bruising, the skin already darkening. He looked broken. Exhausted. Yet so beautiful it hurt. "See?" He smiled bitterly. "This is who I am." "No." I reached up and gently touched his cheek. "This is what you do. It's not who you are." I cleaned his wound quickly with a clean napkin for Slade.