Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

Four more whips and he was done, he left the room without sparing us a glance felt like strangling him to death. "Oh my dear Mabel!" Emma cried loudly as she hugged me tightly. "Does it hurt?" She asked as she stared at me, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "Not any more" I replied and smiled at her. Truly it wasn't painful, I guess it was only painful when Grey was whipping me. "Foolish girl!" Emma hissed. "Come let's go to our room, you need to be treated" she said with urgency. I helped her up and she clinged onto me until we got to our room.

"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 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.

Lisa commands. "Clint, get the she-wolf some clothes for after," Emmett says quietly. "Yes, Luna," Amber finally squeaks out. Lisa draws the whip back and cracks it perfectly. Amber's body jerks, and she screams when the whip hits her. "I will not touch what is not mine," she sobs Whish, crack "I WILL NOT TOUCH WHAT IS NOT MINE," this time she screams it. Lis must have gone harder. Whish, crack "I will not touch what is not mine," she says, falling forward.

I didn't say a word; I just grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "How?" I hissed. "Two cars, Axel. Professional. They didn't care about the women. They just wanted the prize." I let go of him and shoved into the room. Em was a ghost in the bed. Her face was swollen, a massive bandage covering her forehead. She looked small. She looked broken. The doctor tried to stop me, talking about trauma and sedatives. I pushed past him. I sat by her bed and took her hand. It was cold.

"Mr. Brooks, what happened to you?" "Oh, accidentally I twisted my waist. I was planning to go to the hospital." Before Wiley could finish speaking, Larissa appeared behind him and asked calmly, "You twisted your waist?" He didn't react in time. "Yes..." Larissa instantly grabbed his hand from behind, shaking it twice before pulling it hard. Wiley felt his mind go blank for a moment. She pulled his painful waist so hard that he almost fainted. But it was only for a second. His painful expression hadn't fully formed when Larissa let go of his hand, but his pain had disappeared. He slowly exhaled, and his waist was no longer painful.

Maybe us both? “Sh*t! Take cover!” I hear Evan. He pulls me out of my seat and slams me to the ground. He’s punching at me, trying to give me something else to think about but I can’t. My bones start to crack and I need to see her. I need to stop whatever it is that’s- And she’s lost consciousness. The emotional whiplash stuns me for a moment. And then I’m okay. The fire recedes and my bones reform.

I delivered a forceful blow to Emily's backside, the impact resonating through the room. The suddenness of the strike caught her off guard, and she let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting forward in surprise. The sound echoed in the tense silence, emphasizing the weight of the disciplinary action.

I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened. The man seemed lost. "She… Where is she…" Just as I was in range, he suddenly flew into a rage, roaring loudly. "She's dead! She's dead! You have to die too! I want you dead!" His sudden outburst caught me off guard. He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I staggered, barely dodging a fatal grip. He wouldn’t be able to snap my neck in an instant, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.

William teased his small wife. Emmy giggled, she thought the mature man was clever to distract her. She replied by rotating her hips, adding a gentle squeeze like a Kegel exercise. "Uhh lala ... Dear Emmy!" William said, staring into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes with his warm brown ones. "Aakhh ... it feels so full, my dear Brother!" Emmy sighed, starting to move up and down as if pumping. William asked with a hint of worry, "You’re not in pain, are you?"