Hitgirl Kickass Novels & Stories

He stands stiffly, leaving a lingering kiss on her cheek; one screaming of possessive desire. For an unknown reason, that gesture has me fuming. I don't even know this woman, but the twist in my stomach overrules my head as she starts walking this way. Her stumbling gait clearly shows her inebriated state. I subtly turn my body, so one leg is out in the thin path she is walking. My eyes are glued to her swaying hips as she moves toward me.

Getting injured just fueled her fire more. Before any of them could give a response, Kathryn rushed to one of them and grabbed his hand before placing it behind him and then giving him a hard kick in the groin from behind while he screamed in pain before she pushed him away, sending him crashing into a pole. She took off her coat, walked to one of the goons and put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you like dance?” She asked him as she raised her brows in a seductive manner. She removed the band that held her hair and it fell to her shoulders while she stared at him, slowly biting the bottom of her lips.

Hence, it seemed like Yasmin was the one that pushed her. People knew about Giselle's pregnancy, so the video was titled, "Famous Pianist Giselle O'Shea Pushed Down While Pregnant!" and "Someone Pushed Blake Ford's Rumored Pregnant Girlfriend!". A lot of netizens assumed that Yasmin had pushed Giselle. Enraged, they demanded more information about Yasmin, with some asking about who Yasmin was. The video of her and Blake in the Rolls-Royce Cullinan had also been uploaded online. It was the video Giselle had clarified the last time.

She stepped forward and struck the nearest man across the chest. He staggered backward. Another rushed at her. She ducked beneath his fist and swept his leg. He hit the floor hard. The third man barely had time to react before Nova grabbed his arm and sent him crashing into the wall. The crowd erupted. "Whoa!" "Did you see that?" "She's fast!" Axel stood behind her, completely dumbfounded. His uncle's wife had always been quiet, indifferent and looking as though nothing in the world could interest her. Why was she suddenly so... fierce?

Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available. " Why... Are... You... So... Stubborn!?" she said as she hit me, crying, but I didn't move an inch. " Let me go, Ray.... Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learnt to lose, you can't afford to. Hate me, I beg of you." She said, sobbing into my shoulders as I hugged her. We stayed like that until she stopped crying and started sniffing. Then very gently, I moved her to the bed and made her seat. Then went downstairs to get a glass of water which I brought up and she drank from it. Some color returned to her face.

She took the headphones and fixed them on her head then took him deep into her mouth. The music on the headphones was so loud she couldn't hear even a pin drop. It was a slow, sensual music Under the influence by Chris brown . 🎵Get up, get up Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back Fuckin' Robitussin I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah Can't do Percocets or Molly I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right🎵

“What happened to your cheek?” “She sucker punched me. I didn’t even see it coming.” Jessica felt pretty ridiculous, actually. If she hadn’t been so worried about Sed partying like a rock star, she might have blocked her attack. The lead singer of the opening band, Kickstart, staggered out into the hall from the dressing room. “Whaz… whaz goin’ on out here.” He blinked hard and opened his eyes wide when he noticed Sed. “Ah, it’s bloody Sed. Right-o. Only got yerself two honeys tonight? I got a couple… hic!… a couple to spare if yuh need s’more.” He leaned against the wall and let his dark eyes drift up and down Jessica’s body. “I’ll trade you ten of mine for this one ’ere, though.” He belche

"Let go." Aspen stared down at Gwyneth's hand clutching her suitcase, her eyes darkening dangerously. Seeing her reaction, Gwyneth's face filled with hatred, and she spat through gritted teeth, "Aspen, I've been way too nice to you. You—" "Fuck off!" Aspen didn't even let her finish, kicking hard at her own suitcase. The suitcase slammed right into Gwyneth, forcing her grip to loosen and knocking her backward onto the floor. "You hit me?" Gwyneth sat stunned on the floor, staring up in disbelief. "Have you completely lost your mind? Colin will never let you get away with this!"

He is. "Oh look, the hooker is here." I look over and see Quincy and Geni sliding into the seats next to me. "What's up, twatface?" I respond to Geni's jab. I'm not sure when we started trading insults, but she seems to get a kick out of the different names I can call her so I keep doing it. In a really weird way, it has seemed to bridge the gap between our differences. "Ooh! Twatface," she says. "I like that one. Did you get a list of insults off the internet?"

You could be my it girl Baby, you're the shit girl Lovin' you could be a crime Crazy how we fit girl This is it, girl Give me twenty-five to life I just wanna rock all night long And put you in the middle of my spotlight You could be my it girl You're my biggest hit girl Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like, oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud Let me play it loud like, oh oh oh oh Let me play it loud You can't help but turn them heads Knockin' them dead Dropping like flies around you…❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ EDWARD' POV❤️ "This is the way I am." I shrugged my shoulders. " I like things to be my way." . . .