Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

Vladimir grasped her hips and slammed his pelvis against Emereah, relishing the feel of her breasts bobbing to the rhythm of his strokes. Abruptly Emereah encircled his neck with her fingers and clutched his arteries with a tight grasp. Vladimir froze in shock. He could quickly have broken free from her clasp, but the resolve that he saw gleaming in her eyes restrained him. A trifle dizzy, he wondered if any of the many drawers of her desk might contain knives. Emereah looked deep into his eyes.

He stood over her for a moment, his chest heaving, before turning and stalking away. Emma lay there, gasping for breath, her body trembling. She could hear the murmurs of the other diners, the sound of the waitress calling for help, but it all seemed distant, as if she were underwater. She closed her eyes, trying to gather the strength to move. A waitress rushed to her side, guiding her gently back to a chair. "I think you might have a concussion," she said, her voice filled with concern as her fingers gently probed the back of Emma's head. Emma winced at the touch, a sharp pain radiating from the spot, but she pushed the waitress away.

she whispered, voice thick with emotion. Clothes continued to slip away until they lay bare together. Emma reached into the drawer for a small bottle of warming oil and a slender, flexible vibrator with soft silicone curves. She warmed the oil between her palms and smoothed it over Alex's body, massaging slow circles across her stomach and down to her thighs. The vibrator hummed at its lowest setting as Emma trailed it along Alex's inner thighs, building anticipation without rush.

Grey went over to a chair and brought out a whipping rope, Emma, the girl and I were panicked at what Grey was going to do to us. "The last to get here, gets whipped ten times!" He said and the three of us rushed forward, each one wanting to be the first and not the last. In a bid to be the first, I accidentally pushed Emma and she landed on the floor yelling curses at me. It seemed like Emma had sprained her foot, I cursed myself and bent over to help her. She seemed to be in pains. The fat girl didn't bother to wait for us and went over to be whipped, I helped Emma up but she couldn't stand properly.

She stumbled back, gasping, her ribs aching from the impact. “You’re making this too easy,” Elias taunted. Emma gritted her teeth. She barely had time to recover before he lunged again. This time, she moved. His fist skimmed past her face, and she pivoted sharply, bringing her elbow up. She hit his side, but it was like slamming into a wall. He barely reacted. Elias smirked. “That all you got?” He caught her wrist before she could pull away, twisting it sharply. A sharp pain shot up her arm as she dropped to her knees.

"To worry about you, not the other way around." "What do I do, Grandpa?" Emma whispered. "I feel like I'm losing Alek too, and I don't know how to reach him." Franklin sighed. "You know what happens when a player tries to skate through an injury instead of healing properly?" "They make it worse," Emma said automatically. "Exactly. You two are trying to skate through grief without addressing the injury." His voice softened. "Some penalties have to be served, Emmy. No matter how unfair they seem."

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!"

“As long as we have one realistic injury, the rest can be faked and she can edit the video.” “Okay, I am following along.” Daxton nodded. “The only thing we will need to use more than once is the bullwhip.” I announced. “Why?” Carter and Daxton asked simultaneously. “The bullwhip will need to make multiple slashes, as it is impossible to hit the same mark each time. Also, it will allow my screams to sound more realistic. The injuries from a bullwhip are also the least extensive, so they will be healed the quickest. Although my wolf isn’t at full strength yet, my healing abilities can handle multiple lashes.” I explained.

Walking back to her, I saw her leaning against the car, her face scrunched in discomfort. "Are you alright?" I asked, concerned. Emma shook her head and pointed at her ankle. "When Jessica threw that glass frame at me, I couldn't believe it," she whined. "The shock made me lose my grip, and I sprained my ankle." My jaw clenched in frustration. Without a shred of doubt, I acknowledged that Jessica had been a cold monster. Eager to move past the incident, I wrapped my arms around Emma's shoulders to help her into the house.

I forced myself to move, making enough noise that he would realize I was awake. "Hey, Emery. You up?" Jaxon asked as he put his old clothes back into his suitcase and zipped it up. "Yeah," I admitted, "should we leave?" "Yes. I'm ready. I packed up your stuff too— don't worry about cleaning up." I nodded and tossed the comforter away, shivering as my body adjusted to the temperature of the room without the blankets. When I sat up, I felt the full affects of whiplash from when my car flipped.