Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

she teased, slapping him across the chest. Immediately, Clyde caged both of her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Speaking of assholes, I want to take yours,” he informed her. “Not happening, Clyde. I'm utterly spent. And, that place is restricted. You can take me wherever else, but not in the ass.” Chuckling, “I wasn't asking. I was demanding.” Emma, rolled her eyes at him, which she soon regretted when he slapped her hard across her ass cheeks. Twitching, she jerked forward, wincing. “That was painful!”

I exhale a deep breath and I do the first thing on my mind, I slap him, really hard - really really hard. ********* Nikolas's POV It felt like I was being shaken back to reality. A stuttered breath left my lungs and my upper body edged forward at the impact. I blinked my eyes open to see Emma eyeing me with a worried expression. That expression immediately fell off and a smile spread over her lips, "Oh, thank god!" She said. I blinked in confusion and rubbed at my cheek, it hurts; confusion tightened my eyebrows and I asked, "Did you just...did you slap me?"

That man didn’t know how to use his mouth for talking, but was an expert at swinging his hand on other people’s faces perfectly. He called me a psychopath, if anyone tested him, they would diagnose him with schizophrenia within a minute of the test. As soon as Owen left my office with a smile on his face and a solid handshake, I messaged Lyra and told her to get ready by 6. I planned something special for her after she gave me such joyous news yesterday; she deserved the entire world. She would reject that gift and it would also be a little hard for me to give her that. So, I came to this conclusion for now. And I was sure it would blow her mind.

I was just the healer, the obligation mate, the one Sylvan settled for instead of the one he wanted. Now, seeing Jessica's humiliation, I felt an unwelcome flicker of sympathy. I knew what it was like to be dismissed by Sylvan Thorne. "We need drinks," Emma announced loudly, grabbing my wrist. "Strong ones." She pulled me to the bar and ordered, "Wolfsbane whiskey. Double shots. Keep them coming." I raised my eyebrows. Wolfsbane whisky was one of the few things that could intoxicate werewolves. Normal alcohol barely affected us.

“You filthy little bitch. You won’t take the easy way, huh? I’ll make you regret that.” Jack grabbed a leather whip from the side and snapped it twice in the air before lashing it directly at Emily. She turned her body, shielding herself with her back, but the force of the strike knocked her onto the waterbed. The whip cut into her skin with a searing pain that burned intensely wherever it landed. Emily clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound, even as the pain flared through her body. She twisted and turned, trying to evade the blows, her movements desperate and frantic.

I need him away from me. “We did a CT scan, and it showed you have a concussion, you were out for two days, and the x-ray we did to your neck and back and everything is okay, the pain you’re experiencing is Whiplash pain, it’s perfectly normal and we will give you medication to reduce the pain when you go home.” He says and I nod. “I need to ask you something very personal. Is it okay?” He says and I frown, looking at him. I nod and he offers me his kind smile. Emma squeezes my hand softly and I look at her and she offers me an encouraging smile.

I wonder if that sort of thing shows up on a brain scan. I’m treated for a concussion and a sprained wrist. I want to scream at the doctors that my wrist wasn’t from the car accident, but I know better. I bite my tongue. Emmett is treated for whiplash which brings me a sick joy. It’s about time he got hurt for once. Once we’re all bandaged up and our hands are stuffed full of printed papers for aftercare instructions, we’re left alone while the doctor draws up our discharge papers. “You fucking bitch,” he grumbles the first chance he gets, with no one around to hear.

It seems to go on forever in each direction. “What the fuck!” Axel screams as he jumps out of the truck to inspect any damage. I can hear him pat the hood, and kick the tires, but I don’t hear any cursing as he circles the truck, so I think everything is probably fine. Closing my eyes, I rub the back of my neck and wince. That sudden stop hurt. A lot. I can still feel where the seatbelt, digging into my chest, did its job and held me back. As I unlatch it and feel the pressure release, I am certain that I’ll have a bruise by the end of the evening in the shape of a long, thick, strap. I’ll be sore for days. I probably just got some type of whiplash. “Hey, Rosie,” Axel calls out. “You might

Camila dashed towards Emery giving her a hard slap across her face, Emery stepped backwards due to the force, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Emery's vision became blurry, she placed her hands on the area which Camila had inflicted with pain. Darren jerked up from his seat, startled by Camila's audacity. He clenched his fist tightly. He jolted to where she was, aiming towards Camila’s neck. He clutched it tightly, lifting her above the ground. Emery on the other hand, heard loud rings in her head, the immense pain from the slap made her jaw hurt, the pain elevated into her skull giving her migraine. At this point she was oblivious to what was happening in her surroundings.

“Wham—” Emily Quest’s face immediately turned red, where Xyla Quest had slapped her. “Xyla Quest… You… How dare you hit me…? Do you have a death wish?” Emily asked with her eyes wide open as she struggled to set herself free. Despite her efforts, Emily was not doing herself any favor at all. Left without a choice, Emily knocked her head against Xyla’s head forcefully. The instant their heads collided, Xyla felt a sharp pain in her head. Her vision turned dark suddenly as she subconsciously loosened her grip on Emily.