Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

One should think about others too! "Oh for god's sake, you guys fight like a married couple, just stop, I can't drive like this!", the unnamed driver screamed in a frustrated tone and both of our eyes widened. "No, we don't!", My voice overlapped with Mr. Kim, immediately shutting us both up, silence blanketed the whole car for a few minutes both of us just trying to stay without arguing but Nathan chose violence today. His legs propped up on the empty area next to me and his intention was pretty clear. He knew I hated shoes anywhere near me so he shot me a competitive look and slowly shifted his feet closer to me a few inches.

Fuck, I’ve seen Dad and Vati using guns as if they are born with them. Zayn and me are the ones never been the one to enjoy the violence. I hate that someone’s pain is their Friday night entertainment. Like suffering is sport. It’s the casualness of it all. The laughs. The obliviousness. The men placing bets while someone bleeds in front of them. And me… I’m standing like a statue while Massimo revels in it.

He leaned to the wall and massaged the bridge of his nose. I looked down to the ground as I bit my lip, trying to think of any alternative that we could take. As I observed from Giofre, he’s the type of person that could do anything to the person who hurts his loved ones. Violence is never the question. It is the answer. I have to keep that in mind, that bloodshed can not be avoided in this world. “Wake the fuck up, Portia. You know better.” Giofre pushed me back to my seat.

I knew deep down that succumbing to violence would only perpetuate a cycle of hurt and destruction. Exerting tremendous effort, I fought against the primal urge, feeling my hands tremble with the internal struggle. I understood that giving in to the temptation of violence would only exacerbate our already fractured relationship. With every ounce of self-control, I suppressed the mounting anger, determined to find a resolution that did not involve further harm.

I retorted with no intention of backing down, although I really have no idea why it had become such a big deal to me, “this is a world where you have to kill to survive. It’s not much of a leap from using violence to get the things you need, to using violence to get the things you want. And for a lot of men, one of those ‘things’ is women. Why not? What’s anyone going to do about it? Call the police?” The other three were now standing around us, looking a bit miffed by the conversation they’d walked into. “So you’re saying I should watch out for all guys, including the three of you? Once you get used to using violence to kill small animals, you might decide to use it to get some action in th

“I understand that’s how you were trained and raised. Your instinct is violence, but violence doesn’t solve anything. I’m not saying there’s never a place and a time, but punching someone for having a sharp tongue is hardly a punishment befitting of the crime.” “Maybe you're too lenient. People need to know that shit won’t be tolerated,” I argue. “Yes, but not through violence. If we used brute force to make everyone see reason, we’d never get anywhere. You can’t force people to grow or change or see that their hurtful opinions are wrong, you need to show them, teach them and let them fall hard on their asses. But the moment you turn to violence you make them a martyr. In their mind, you pro

And it had just entered the true reason and as to why many were here and all of them really curious about how I think about it, or rather this is clearly the starting point of how the entire Virtue Financial would react to everything from now, these fact is something everyone knows. “It’s easy….look at the scale of these incident…those that were fighting that day…surpassed the counts of hundreds counting on both side…on top of that, they were fighting using a weapons in their hands…not mentioning the obvious firearms that were shots..they were using machete to cleave anything on their paths…knife to stabs and bat to brutalize anything…and as anyone can see...there were a lot of causalities a

she said in this way-too-cheerful voice, like she was commenting on the weather or the price of avocados, “Not judging! I swear, I’m not that kind of person. I love tattoos. Love them. Very expressive. Very artsy. Yours are super intense, though. Again, not judging! It’s just, I have this thing about violence. I hate it. I can’t handle it. It makes me all clammy and panicky and sick to my stomach, and I’ve seen what violent people can do, and it’s horrible, and I just… really hope you’re not one of those people. You know? The ones who hurt people for fun or like, because they feel powerful or whatever. God, I’m rambling. I do that when I’m nervous. You probably noticed. Please don’t be evil.

I can tell he’s mocking me. “Give it time,” Grant says. “Sérieusement, the type of guns I assume you want are restricted in France. Très difficult to buy.” “I figured. But I’m also guessing you know a guy.” “I know a guy, oui. But he is not a ‘good guy.’” “Criminals seldom are. Present company excluded,” Grant says. “Grant… this man… his customers are not like you and I. They do not think of violence as an act of last resort; they use violence immediatement.”

“You will—” “Pretense,” he cut Gyra off, “is the flesh within which vice is concealed.” “You digress, boy.” Gyra closed what was left of the space between them in one step so that he towered over Kilvic; so that he looked down on him. There was a warning in his voice and Kilvic felt his skin prickle lightly. “Disrespect is the path of fools.” Kilvic’s hands paused, twirled the staff once behind him before resuming its carvings. Should the head student choose violence; violence shall be returned in all its uneven glory. But not if unnecessary.