Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

KNÍFE PLAY. MF/MM/MFM/MFMM. PÀIN. PARASÓMNIA. PRÀISE KÌNK. PRIMAL KÌNK. PUBLIC HUMILIATION. PTSD. REVENGE. SCÀRS. SLÀPPING. STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIA TORTŮRE. TOYS. VIOLENCE.

We were violence with choreography: efficient, brutal, precise. I saw Maddox take a blow to the forehead and smile through it, blood decorating his temple like a medal. Jax laughed when he tossed a man into the rusted jaw of a loading dock; the sound was half triumph, half insanity. Calder’s claws left ribbons in a rogue’s jacket as he dragged him across the asphalt and held him until the man begged. Evelynn moved with the same terrible economy - she killed by motion, quick and sharp. When a man lunged at her, she spun and used his momentum like a lever, sending him face-first into a metal crate until he stopped moving the wrong way.

She wanted to laugh loudly but she was still outside. She opened the gate and door quickly and Broccoli sprung up onto her in excitement. She sat on the couch and rubbed her hand over Broccolis back. She could not contain her laughter any longer. She laughed so hard tears dripped. KARMA IS A B****. THEUR GEYSER BURST soaking their entire kitchen, ceiling and furniture. Sarah did not feel bad one bit. They deserved it. She wondered to herself " how can someone preach the name of the divine lord, but treat his creatures so horribly. They simply had no heart and they definitely did not follow rule if thumb, practice what you preach".

"I might get mad but I won't get violent. I won't ever do that," Raphael said immediately, "In the civilized world, what my brothers can't seem to understand is that, violence is messy, inefficient, and highly illogical. It ruins business, and it creates problems that take too much time to fix. If someone angers me at the office, I use my brain to crush them financially or professionally. I do not use my hands." A small, playful smile crept onto my face inside my helmet. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to pester him. I wanted to see if I could find a single crack in his perfection.

Ruining Luciano’s party in the process. My doll’s fierce gaze reappeared in my mind, her voice drifting back to me. She had wanted to know if I would kill everyone who touched her, and truly, I would. The fastest and most effective way to get things done, in my world, was violence. Even the kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent take it. With a compelling force. I had just come into my bedroom and was cooling off with a glass of whiskey, after an intense punishment session with her.

No restraint. And that’s when— something inside me snaps. Not control. Not strategy. Something deeper. Something darker. I move. Not calculated. Not precise. Just— violent. I step in instead of back— take the hit— ignore the impact— and drive forward. Hard. My shoulder slams into him— force— momentum— collision. He stumbles. Just slightly. That’s enough. I follow through— strike— again— again— no rhythm— no pattern— just destruction.

He abandoned all business strategies and subtlety, resorting to pure, brutal violence. He shot without a moment’s hesitation, broke the bones of his opponents with his bare hands, and advanced relentlessly toward the balcony where Lucas stood. Lucas desperately tried to reload his weapon, but Mavric was already there, towering over him. He seized Lucas by the throat and slammed him violently against a stone pillar, cracking the solid masonry. “You murdered my mother,” Mavric whispered, his eyes dark and swirling with hatred. “And now… you have killed the only reason I ever wanted to remain human.”

before i complete my sentences he interferes "Shutup! just be quite i don't need a stuff like you who is in so much of violence" "You are rejected" I shocked listening his fucking decision

All this has opened my eyes and a lightbulb flickers on. Physical exertion in different forms to handle different emotions. Logical ones. Sex for stress, sexual cruelty for anger or pain. Violence for rage … it’s finally making sense. There’s logic to him even if it’s not normal male logic, there is a pattern which means there’s a way to live with him and work this out.

I asked her quietly, perusing through the aisle of my favorite genre. “Anything on violence,” she answered without hesitation. I was taken aback by that, but then I remembered her fighting skills, thought on how she walked and talked, and it was suddenly not so surprising anymore. “That’s very unique,” I said, giving her a smile. “I can never completely stomach the concept of violence.” As I said that, Derek’s taunting smile appeared in my mind, and my stomach lurched. Michal didn’t notice. “I think it depends on what angle you’re coming from,” she replied, her gaze roaming around the place. “Some see violence as a means of self-pleasure. I see violence as a tool for justice.”