Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

Shane snarled. “What does it look like?” I giggled. The hand that had gripped my hair disappeared and reappeared gripping my throat. The other grabbed my arm and lifted me before shoving me back on to the seat. He used so much force; I think I had whiplash. He was trying to ruin my fun, and he was winning. Leaning forward in my seat, I glared up at him. “What the fuck?” I yelled as the sound of clicking reached my ears.

“Guessing I lost that round.” The doctor watched me struggling to sit up, shook his head, “Try not to move. Your ribs are bruised, likely a hairline fracture, but nothing too extreme. You also have a pretty serious bruise running along your collarbone and side. Whiplash too, judging by the neck stiffness.” I tried to shift a little again, feeling the deep soreness running from my shoulders down to my hips, bruises hidden beneath my skin like dark secrets, “Lovely. Anything else I should know?”

Taking in his last name. “Get up and signed that paper!” shouted Vicky. Emily wiped her tears. “How could this happen?” she thought. Joshua grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to the seat. “Ouch. Joshua, you’re hurting me,” said Emily. Joshua frowned at her. “What?” he asked in an irritated voice. “My wrist, I think it’s broken.” “Ha. Good job on faking another injury,” said Vicky. Joshua’s eyebrows twitched and without showing any kindness he tossed her on the chair.

My arms buckled, and I collapsed forward, unable to hold myself up any longer. Victor tossed the whip aside. “Stand,” he ordered. I tried. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even lift my head. “Get up Elijah North!” He barked. “If you want to prove for once that you’re worthy of our family name, then get the hell up!” I cringed. My limbs shook and my back screamed in pain, the whip had silver and wolfsbane on it, which explained how it’d hurt me so deeply. My muscles felt disconnected from my actual body and my spine burned.

And she looked over at Quinn who looked absolutely and completely devastated. “Well Em we’re gonna run a few more tests and keep you tonight. But if everything looks good you can probably go home by tomorrow. But you have to take it easy, you’ve been through alot. You had a concussion, three broken ribs, sprained your wrist, and you fractured your shoulder.

"Mmm..." "Oh my goodness!" Emily's head hit Wolfgang's chin directly, causing her to cry from the pain: "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect that." Wolfgang's mother apologized, touching Emily's head sympathetically: "Emily, are you hurt?" Emily shook her head vigorously: "Um... I'm fine, really."

"She's saying that we are all... wait, what's that again? A... doofus? You mean, we're all doofus?" Emika nodded curtly with narrowed eyes and signed something else. Shivaay scowled like a kid. "Now that's not fair. Why not VVJ?" She just shrugged and nudged Chelsea to drive toward the destination. Emika never drives a vehicle without anyone joining her because it could be fatal if she couldn't detect the honk or something which might lead to an accident. Which is why she always takes a cab. For the club destination, Chelsea quickly volunteered for Emika to carpool with her. It must be her loquacious personality so that she could babble with no pause by having a quiet company.

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.