Get A Grip Novels & Stories

"Seems like we're going to have a 5-star meal tonight." Primo, still not aware, felt someone gripped both his wrist and arm. He was terribly surprised to see two men gripping his arms. "W-what a-are you doing s-sir? Let me go!" he pleaded feeling his body tense. His voice quivering and his whole body trembling. "Shhh calm down sweetie..." Primo shivered and wriggled hoping he can escape but he was held by two strong guys. Then the guy in front came close to him and touch Primo's face softly.

I can hear my wetness as he grips his length his face morphed into bliss. “You’re ready for me. Good.” His words are a growl, and I know he’s right—my body responds even when my mind is too tired to care. He grips my hips, lifting me from the bed as he presses into me again. The stretch is immediate, and I gasp, clutching at the sheets as he thrusts, hard and fast, his hands gripping me like he’s afraid to let go. Even now he is relentless pushing deeper into me like he is chasing the rements of my heat.

Just as freedom looms closer, a firm grip encircles my waist. I buck against their grip, enraged and with intent to shake them off. “Let me fucking go!” I yell in anger. Adrenaline takes over and I thrash about fiercely, clinging to the window with all my might. I kick downwards on the person's foot but they maintain a vice-like grip. My body grows hot from overexerting myself. The unyielding grip tightens around me rendering my efforts to become as ineffective as pouring water into a bottomless container. “You're going nowhere if it's not hell.” A deep voice belts out behind me.

But before I could fully process the situation, the lady abruptly grabbed my arm, her grip tightening like a vice. "No, handsome, I would like to take you to the direction myself," she said, her voice filled with an unsettling determination. Her grip on my arm grew tighter, making it difficult for me to break free. I realized that any sudden movement might result in harm, not just to myself but also to her.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, my voice laced with more surprise than anger as Lucas's grip tightened around my arm. He seemed unperturbed by my outburst. I caught a smirk in his face as his grip tightened, holding me firmly in place. It was as if he pounced on every opportunity to step on my toes, relishing the physical strength he had over me– How much I hate his guts! His actions made anger course through my veins, I struggled to break free from his grasp but with each protest his grip tightened.

He was going to reach my throat if I did not move in the next three seconds. His grip on my forearm was crushing and his teeth had found their range and his eyes were fixed on me with the locked empty focus of something that had been given a single instruction and intended to carry it out until it was finished. I stopped fighting the grip. I pulled him toward me instead.

The band squeaked. Aiden’s gaze dipped, caught the micro-spasm in her grip, and then flicked back up. His pupils were blown wider now. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move, like some part of him was waiting for a cue that wasn’t “exercise.” His right hand came up to the balance bar a moment too late, fingers wrapping around the metal with unnecessary force. Tendons jumped. His next breath hitched—not the polite kind, but the sharp little catch before a wolf either lunged or sat.

His expression was strained as he reached out a hand, as if to help me up. However, the dissatisfaction in his eyes had not faded at all. When he grabbed my hand, his grip was too tight, like he was holding something back. The next second, he suddenly tightened his grip. A sharp crack rang out. My arm snapped. … I crashed heavily back onto the ground. A few bills slipped out of my pocket and scattered across the floor.

She tried to take a step back, angling her body to slip past him. But his hand shot out and gripped her arm. Not hard enough to leave a bruise. But hard enough to send a message. “You’re walking away from me?” he said quietly, dangerously. “While I’m talking to you?” Mira froze. The grip around her bicep felt like fire. His fingers curled around her flesh, tethering her in place, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at his hand. Her heartbeat was like thunder in her ears.

That is how I focus that is how I have survived one bloody battle after another. Tilk moves and time seems to slow down. He is charging me just like I knew he would. He swings and I dodge as if he was moving like an elder. He spins and goes to attack again, but I easily dodge out of the way. Tilk loses his footing this time and I pounce. I jab him right in the throat. I kick out his left knee as he gags and he falls to his right knee. Then I elbow the top of his head once and Tilk falls back unconscious. Time instantly returns to normal and my narrowed focus expands out once more. The crowd erupts into a frenzy and I know my time is one of the best so far.