Hard Knocks Novels & Stories

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

“The old man wants you breathing.” A wet, broken laugh cracks past my teeth. It doesn’t sound like a man at all. It sounds like an animal tasting blood. “Then your boss should’ve sent a whole lot more of you.” The van slams over a massive pothole, throwing my weight into the steel floor. Agony white-flashes through my shoulder where a shard of silver is still festering in the meat. I flex my forearms, testing the chains. The welds groan, biting deep into my skin, but they hold.

Dorian's P.O.V By the time Coach was done running us into the ground with workouts that had to be from the devil's handbook, my legs felt like they'd been swapped for concrete slabs. Every muscle in my body ached in a way that made me rethink all my life choices. I could already feel tomorrow's soreness settling into my bones, and the thought of hauling my ass to my part-time job after this made me want to slam my hand into a wall. Finals were creeping closer, and there wasn't enough time in the goddamn day to study, work, and still scrape together the cash I needed. I was so broke that I was using my old button cell phone which I'd abandoned when I bought my first Android phone and it was h

The next day I heard a very loud knock on my door. Ugh, I checked the time and it was 7:30am. I'm going to kick his ass. I opened it and he just entered the room. No good morning, nothing. How rude. "It's really early, why are you here?" I yawned. "Let yesterday be, the first and last time, you talk rude to Laura!" "I told her the truth, besides the whole, I see you as a money sign." I rolled my eyes at him.

HARD. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

Soon came a loud crack, followed by the sound of fists colliding. Harvey felt his arm bone crack as if struck by a steel bar. Sweat broke out on his forehead from the intense pain, but he clenched his teeth to avoid showing weakness. Inwardly, he was shocked by Andrew's incredible strength.

In the video, Ryan not only attacked everything I had done, but he deliberately smeared my reputation, exaggerating and distorting the truth. "Who understands this pain? I worked at a company for nearly five years, breaking my back for them. In the end, the company made tens of millions in profit, and the $850,000 bonus they promised us just vanished. And on top of that, that idiot boss used every dirty trick to squeeze us out. "I was forced into a dead end and had no choice but to resign." On screen, Ryan cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, pouring out his so-called suffering. It instantly stirred sympathy from other working-class viewers.

Tom said suddenly. "What do you mean?" Brenda asked. Those targets? What's special about them? I helped Tom in wiping the blood scattered all over his body. While Brenda is waiting for Tom's explanations. "I realized something while fighting there..." "What is it?" Brenda hissed. "The harder you hit them the tougher they can get. That's why you have to knock them out with just one crash." I was immediately nervous, what should I do? I am not good at using arrows and bows, and my kick isn't that strong to knock the 30 of them.

Mikael said taking a step behind her grabbing her arms as she started moving around. Edmund chuckled stalking dangerously toward her. He pulled out a pocketknife. "You're not going to hurt a woman, are you?" Irina gulped looking at his eye as they grew darker. "Want to bet? I'm not a gentlemen, Irina," he said putting the knife on her cheek. "You tried to take my kid,” he said cutting her deeply as she let out a loud cry. "You made my wife cry,” he continued stabbing the side other stomach painfully slow, making sure to enjoy the pain written all over her face.