Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

Grace was having a special happiness in her because her mother can pay her workers without stress. After all the romance. Michael moved away from Grace’s clitoris. He held his manhood and inserted it into her vaginal. Grace let out a moan announcing Michael was in the right spot. He started to hold her face to look at him. His face looked mean, he was acting like he having sexual assault with her. He slapped her face hard. Choke her by the neck. “I have to let you know I am a strong man,”He said. As expected, he is used to having sex in a violent way. He doesn’t beat Roxana when making love to her. They whipped each other by the ass and used handcuffs to hold their hands to the bed. Grace ha

"You mean 'treated like fuck meat' as you watch? You can say it, I don't mind." "Yes, I could say it, but I would prefer not to. Like I said, we are not wired that way, not so long ago it was justification for violence. But I must say, your willingness and delight in the act carried a lot of weight in the other direction. I like to see you happy. Plus I admit, I have spent a few weeks on the story, so I was ready for it. I am not up to seeing it every week... but when the opportunity comes up it is good to see you happy."

“Not always. I have lost her before.” “Then don’t lose her again.” Her words struck something deep enough to hurt. Slowly—very slowly—I felt the rage shift inside me. It didn’t fade. It condensed, sharpening into something cold and lethal. Something useful. Violence without direction is destruction. Violence with purpose is war. And I was choosing war. I walked past Gina, down the hall, toward the doors that led outside. The night air hit me like a knife when I opened them. Frost coated the grass. The forest breath held still.

“This is not the time for you to think. Do it when you have your chance.” “It wasn't easy,” I roared in objection, scowling at Mikhail, but my expression softened when everyone looked at me in shock and fear. “I don’t support violence. I never did because I, myself, was a victim. This is why I hate Calisto. That is why I’m trying to change Triton with all that I can because violence is terrifying when you taste it. If I were to eliminate Leonid then I was no better than the violent leaders here in the North.”

He said wearily. My mind was on the security team pulling up before us. We remained in the car. I only remained calm because Vinny thought it was unnecessary to start a fight. Starting a fight was the only way to send a clear message to Grimsby. There was no reason why Vinny saw blasting up the entire Pack as unnecessary. "A candid conversation can fix this," he murmured, "Violence isn't always the answer." "I'm done talking." Grimsby's third in command lunged towards us, lightly tapping on the window to the driver's seat.

Nikita, was unmoving, her face streaked with tears, her body locked in a prison of despair. A predatory growl tore free from my chest, a primeval force that had lain dormant, now awake and furious. I surged forward, hands seizing the man in a grip that promised retribution. The world narrowed to the single purpose of my rage, fists pounding with ferocity. The man's face became a canvas of bruises and blood, his cries of agony lost beneath the symphony of violence. Some instinct whispered to me to stop, yet I couldn't—each strike a catharsis, a vow that Nikita would not fall victim again. My fury ruled until the man's life was spent beneath my unyielding fists.

she remarked coldly with a smile. She smiled lightly. Her tone was surprisingly elegant and composed. "Abuse me all you want. You like cursing, don't you? You're a pregnant woman. I won't lay my hand on you. But I can hit the man you love. You curse, and I'll slap him. It's that simple." With that, she casually gestured toward Andrew nearby. "Violence can't solve all problems. When violence doesn't work, you should turn it toward someone she cares about."

Vishton asked as he ate the ramen he bought again even though we had just finished eating. Zhu just nodded. “We are all greedy in our own ways. In this world, we have only two choices. It could be violence. . . or peace. ” He took a deep breath and then gazed at the sky. "But we chose violence even though we can remain peaceful and quiet because all of us are fools. We thought that everything will end when we fight while shedding blood or life."

"But I will never allow you to touch my food. And I do not like cheaters so stay away from girls and especially Anna. Also do not make me angry by acting possessive boyfriend." "These are a lot of things." Sylvester scratched his head and glanced at her. "And I am not against violence." Gia again told him who raised his brow questioning her sanity. "I will never hit you Gia. Why would I hit you?" He tried to tell her. He was against violence and people should never hit or abuse their partners but this thing was common among wolves. They lose control when they are angry. "I ... w a s... t a l k i n g... a b o u t .. m e."

But fighting until one of us stops breathing. Because that's all that's left. Violence. Blood. Death. Brothers destroying each other.