Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Harvey walked toward Murphy and gave the latter a tap on the face before pouring the entire cup of Black Tea on his head. “Aaaaaaaagh!” Murphy instinctively screamed in pain. At this very moment, his entire body was shaking profusely. They used violence when others spoke reason. They spoke reason when others used violence. No matter what, they would stop at nothing to trample on others and take advantage of the situation. This was the way of rich playboys. But Murphy never thought that he would run into someone way more powerful than him.

Each person was like a powder keg. This clash was the spark that ignited them all. At first, they were fighting for the gun. But before long, bloodlust took over. No more rules. No more reason. See someone—kill them. The violence spread even further, and even Ray could no longer stay out of it. Someone grabbed a chair and charged at him, eyes bloodshot, face twisted with the thought, 'If it's the end of the world, then let everything be destroyed.' Ray kicked him away with a single blow.

So there’s no point in not cooperating with this so-called cycle if people don’t care if some want to stop the unending chaos this universe has. It’s sickening, I admit, but I rather fill myself with satisfaction despite knowing that revenge wouldn’t take my mother back to life nor those I grew fond of. There’s a part of me forcing myself to do so, as this—violence—was the only option I had to claim freedom.

Ethan asked in a deceptively calm voice. Naomi shrugged. "And let them impound my baby as evidence? No thanks. Besides, we all know if the culprit is a shifter our version of justice will be more rapid and fitting." Javier pretended to get shot and slapped a hand over his heart. "Wait? Did I just hear you advocating violence?" Ethan chuckled. Naomi glared. "Ha ha. So funny. I never said violence was never justified; there are occasions that warrant it. But I don't think it's too much to ask that some places, like my home, remain battle free zones."

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She wasn’t the only one who was tossed out or grew up as an orphan, but being reminded of it all the time, wasn’t very nice. And as she carried her numerous groceries into the house, she couldn’t help but be thankful that her relationship with Patrick was over. She had always watched the news and seen videos about gender-based violence and how it might affect a woman, man, or child growing up in such environments. Violence manifests itself in a variety of forms, the most common of which is physical abuse. Being insulted and degraded is another sort of abuse that has a significant impact on people on a daily basis. Avita finally understood this after leaving Patrick, and when she saw his fami

- That's good, you're not going to get out of here -Give me the physio keys -No, go sit down, I have an idea, Sophia, everything is not resolved by violence, there you are angry, this story of killings you are talking about is not thought out, you are talking under the influence of anger, don't do something you will regret in the future, are you ready to spend the rest of your life in prison, are you ready to be stuck between four walls without seeing the sun, without seeing your family, in short all the people that you love and who love you, do you think about all that my friend, of course what they did to us goes beyond the stage of abnormality but we must not do like them, yes we must not

He felt like a monument carved from granite rather than a flesh and blood human being. "I can protect my own child without playing the role of your obedient fiancee," she shot back while her chest heaved with exertion. "You just want control over my actions because you cannot stand the thought of a woman refusing your orders. Everything in your world must bend to your will or be broken." "You understand nothing about my world or the violence it contains," he growled while stepping even closer to her trapped form. "If my rivals see you without my mark of protection, they will use you to destroy me. I will not allow your foolish pride to put our son in mortal danger."