Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”

She wrenches her hands from his grip and presses her palms against his face, breaking down into muffled sobs. Ethan's chest twists painfully, and a single tear slips down his own cheek. Just as he opens his mouth to speak—*Wham!* She pulls her hand back and delivers a resounding slap across his cheek. Ethan's eyes squeeze shut as the sharp sting radiates through his face.

I said emotionlessly, "One must face the consequences of their actions and accept the punishment." As soon as I finished speaking, I lashed out with the whip, striking Hailey directly. Werewolves possessed formidable healing abilities. The whips used by the Dawn Pack were soaked in wolfsbane. A hit from such a whip would slow down the healing process of the wounds. Moreover, the whip was specially made to cause intense pain with minimal force. I cracked the whip, and Hailey cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts! Waaah, it hurts so much!"

“Apologize go Nora for what you said or you're not going anywhere.” A wave of emotions crossed Emelia's face. But the most prominent was disgust and hate. And they were directed towards Ethan. They were so vivid that I gasped and took a step back. However, no one was ready for her next actions. Without warning, Emelia’s hand flew up. SLAP. The sharp sound echoed, cutting through the tension like a whip. Ethan stumbled back, his head snapping to the side from the sheer force of it. His mouth parted slightly, a hand coming up to his cheek. He hadn’t seen it coming. No one had.

Emily yelled now “Shut the hell up Emily, don’t tell me what to do” Ethan yelled now and before Ethan could even complete his statement Jackson moved in with a punch, hitting him straight in the jaw and Ethan staggered back in awe, holding his jaw as the pain radiated throughout his entire face.

Giovanna I was stiff my body ached and I knew it was from the impact of tackling the rogue and then from the muscles it took to hold onto James's wolf as we had run. I hadn't even opened my eyes and I felt like I had been hit by a train, with my eyes still shut I gently moved my limbs to see what hurt the most. It felt like my right shoulder and right knee where the most tender. I rolled slowly onto my back and eased myself up off the mattress gently without waking Lucas or Sam. Years of the mother's skill of untangling herself from a sleeping baby or toddler doing me justice as I stood. I stiffled a groan as I bit back the pain. I had obviously given myself some sort of whip lash in the ant

he said, laughing. Emily didn't say anything. She held the glass tightly in her hand, waiting for the right moment to strike. The man walked towards her, and as he reached out to grab her, Emily lunged forward with the glass. She aimed for his face, but the man was quick. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it, making her drop the glass. Emily screamed in pain, feeling her wrist snap. The man laughed and kicked her in the stomach again. "You should have known better than to mess with us," he said.

It's what we do best. I walk into Genelia's room and organize all of her clothes and accessories into an order that will only work if continued properly, alphabetically. Emily wanders in. "Hey," She whispers. "Hi." I whisper back. "Why are we whispering?" She keeps it going. "I don't know, you started it." I laugh. We break into a fit of giggles. "Uh, have they said anything about how Genelia is doing?" I wonder. Emily flips her hair and scratches her neck. "The doctor said, the baby is fine, Genelia has a minor concussion." Emily reports.

Celine “Traitor.” the crackle of the whip caused a shiver to run down my spine and I braced myself for the impact of the whip, but that was pointless as a scream tore through me as it tore through my back. “Please!” I wailed as I twisted in agony. Everything hurt. My back trickled with blood and I couldn't imagine how my back must look since this had been going on for the past few days.

Kenton ~“It's probably not the whipping that I'm thinking off.” Trayton ~“No not the sick ass shit you are thinking of.” Emma ~“I like the way you think though.” Kenton ~“Do you like being whipped Emma?” Emma ~“I have never been whipped but I'd like you to be my first one.” Kenton ~“Baby I will do a lot more than whip you.” Emma ~“I would like for you to show me.” Kenton ~“If my brother can stop this car, I will show you now.”