Hash Slinging Slasher Quotes Novels & Stories

u are nothing but a little girl. ------------------------------------ I didn't speak cause it's said "action speaks louder than words". I just took one of the knives placed at the sides and slashed it on his chest. I was satisfied when I saw his shorts having a cut line with blood soaking them wet... I was even more satisfied on hearing him scream..... extreme music to my ears. ------------------------------------ GUARD Aghhh...agh Neet Not so strong now....huh where is all the shit calling u spoke about earlier? ------------------------------------

I stumbled back, shock and pain rippling through me. “What the hell?!” I shouted, rubbing my aching face. The taste of blood filled my mouth, sharp and metallic. “Slade! Was that you?” “That was me,” he said, his voice cold and unapologetic. “Say another bad word about Snowy, and I’ll do it again. And just so we’re clear, I don’t feel the pain... you do. So keep pushing me, and we’ll see how far I go.” I glared into the empty air like an idiot, hating how smug he sounded. “You think punching me is going to change anything? You’re delusional. I’m not going after her.”

The concrete smells damp, and I swear I can hear the buzzing hum of the fluorescent lights above us magnify in the silence. “But —” T-Bone lets the word dangle, relishing it, “— if you torture and kill someone’s most important person, right in front of them … well …” His gaze slides toward Jackson like a blade slipping from its sheath, “Now that’s a hoot.”

Slap. My face twitched sideways. Heat erupted from my jaw as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My lips curled. Marcus stood before me, his eyes red as his wolf fought to take control. He was always brutal and fast with action, and the slap… it was nothing. I was used to worse. "Come on, say more. Let's see how that smart mouth of yours gets punched," Cassian, my second elder brother, hissed. Loud laughter rippled through Rhett. He stepped forward, his fists folded and his eyes dark with hatred.

I reached for another drink, but Vanessa grabbed my arm. She smiled. "Just drinking is kinda boring. Let's raise the stakes." Someone jumped in immediately. "Then the loser has to take something off." Another guy laughed. "Outerwear's lame. Make it underwear." The room erupted. "Take it off! Take it off!" My hands clenched so hard my knuckles went white. Every muscle in my body locked up. Vanessa tilted her head, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Did I make a mistake? Back at home, I was scared but also frustrated. I had no idea what he would do after I slapped him in front of everyone. I did what I felt right at that moment but now I was regretting over my impulsive behavior. I could have just left from there. He's the mafia boss. Slapping him would be a crime in his world. What did I do? I threw my head in my hands and took a breath when suddenly the doorbell rang. Since Amanda was still not home, I stood up exhaustingly and walked to the door, opening it.

Slap! The slap came fast and unexpectedly, the sound of it echoing off the walls like a gunshot. Cathleen's handprint bloomed across Xavier’s face, red and damning. "This is all your fault," she spat out, venomously lacing her words. "The juice I drank tasted funny. Someone put something in that juice, and you are to be blamed for all this. What if it was Olivia? She might have given birth to your heir now, right? And you must be very happy since my daughter died."

"This is life! Go kill each other people!" I even clapped while yelling. Some of them are too old so it's really easy for a vampire to defeat them

“What do you think you are doing? Maybe I should give you a sounding slap to reset your foolish brain.” *Slap* “Ma’am, I didn’t mean to do it. I only followed orders. Please have mercy, I don’t want to die.” “You followed orders, whose orders? Tell me.” “I’ll get killed if I say it. Please have mercy.” “Well, everyone knows I’m not a forgiving person. I kill everyone who betrays me and now, it’s your turn. I’ll push you off this building and you’ll die.”

Still not satisfied with it, I plaster a hard slap on his face, shutting his eyes from the impact. “You want it the hard way? Oh boy, you know I love hard things.” I bring out the bottle of powdery silver and a knife. "Why did you venture into the slave trade and who the fuck are those girls?” "I'm so sorry, you know I’m not so bad a person, think about Shelly.” He spins into laughter. "You're dumb as fuck. Come suck my hard dick.” I drive the tip of my knife into his thigh with force, a few inches away from his groin, rupturing a blood vessel as blood spatters all over, ruining my scarf and my face, but I just began.