Full Brutal Book Novels & Stories

Abel picked up his gun and pointed it at Brute who froze at the sight of the gun. "Any last words buddy?" Brute went dumb. He threw his axe at Abel who caught it with ease by the handle. "You like tearing human limb by limb right?" Abel asked mockingly. Abel shot Brute at both legs, the latter screamed in agonizing pain as he fell to the ground. Abel dragged the axe on the ground as he approached Brute where he laid groaning. He raised the axe and butchered Brute limb for limb, blood splashing on his face and all over his body as he did so. Soon he stopped satisfied with the gory sight of Brute's death.

He understood. "Turn around. I need to see that pussy that has been tempting me for a while. " He pulled out, his cock shiny, and impatiently he flipped me onto my back—no, I rolled to my hands and knees again. My ass was still up as he slammed into my pussy from behind, the sudden fullness made me scream. "Shitt! You.. you will be the death of me.. I want.." He slammed into me again, shutting me the fuck up. He fucked me with brutal force, his cock hit me deep, sending an undescribable pleasure to my brain and all over my body.

I cried out, tears starting again from how feral he was going, the stretch and depth overwhelming, his cock hitting spots so deep it almost hurt but in the best way. My pussy burned from the rough friction, walls gripping him desperate, juices squirting out around his shaft with every slam, splashing onto his thighs and the floor. He's like an animal now, pounding me into the hard floor without mercy—my back's gonna bruise, but I don't care. I need this brutality, I need him to ruin me. He leaned over me more, one hand moving to my breast, pinching my nipple hard between his fingers, twisting it rough until I screamed, the pain shooting straight to my clit and making my pussy clench tighter

Pissed Jim is scary. “God Jim you are so…..” and the treat was very much real. Before he can complete the sentence, a bulky punch collided with his cheek making his face jerk really hard. “Now you’ll understand.” Jim jerked his own hand up and down because it hit harder than he thought. “Bitch that hurts.” Jonathan slowly tapped his cheek as a pressure will hurt. “It should, so you learn your lesson.” Jim took the seat. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Jonathan stood up from chair but halted.

I don’t know what has happened to them, or why this happened to them but I do know that their extremely far gone; probably beyond saving by now. The two of them have killed more people than I can count. The cops want them more than anyone else in the entire state. They’re wanted fugitives for all of their terrible transgressions. But the only problem is...I'm the only one who knows what they looks like. ______________________________ Warning. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book contains violence and some graphic scenes •sexual content •brutal behavior

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

President Cole shoved a rough hand under her ass, yanking her hips up so he could slam even deeper, grunting like a beast as he fucked her like a disposable cum-rag. “Take it, you nasty fucking bitch,” he snarled, cock brutalizing her raw pussy. “Ahhh! Fuck, yes! Ohhh, gawd!” Letty screamed, her pussy getting absolutely wrecked with every brutal thrust, her walls squeezing his dick like a vise.

Their fists came down on him without hesitation, precise and brutal, like they had done this a hundred times before, his head snapping to the side as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth almost instantly. I stumbled up grabbing my jacket to cover my uncladness, my breath shaking, my heart racing as I tried to steady myself, my back brushing against the cold wall behind me. For a second… I couldn’t move, I just watched. Frozen. The man who had just held me moments ago was now on the floor, groaning, trying to shield himself, but it didn’t matter, the blows kept coming, controlled… but merciless. “Please—! Stop—!” he choked out, blood smearing across his lips as he coughed, they didn’t s

Brutus's emotions surged uncontrollably, and his agitation reached its peak. He began to leap and dash, engaging in a frenzy of punches. Towering trees crumbled under the force of his blows, the frozen surface of the lake shattered into fragments with each powerful strike, and the one-meter-square-sized rocks were reduced to rubble beneath the relentless force of Brutus' fists.

That traitorous bastard wasn't done yet. He came at me—fangs flashing, spit flying, eyes nothing but hate. I snarled and threw myself forward, shoulder cracking into his ribs. We slammed down hard, dirt and blood smearing everywhere as we rolled. No breath. No thinking. Just fists hammering, claws ripping, his hand in my hair, my knee in his gut. I bit down on his shoulder, tasted iron and fury. He roared, punched my jaw—white stars burst behind my eyes—but I didn’t let go. Couldn’t. Everything was chaos, filthy, brutal, skin splitting, blood soaking through my shirt. I didn’t have time to bleed. Didn’t care to breathe. Just fucking kill or be killed. I caught Cael under the chin with my el