I Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

Nikolai So today I choose violence…. Wait that’s not right. Let’s go again. Waking up in the heavens blessed sunny Thursday morning, violence had decided to choose me to take its course in my hands, which of course there was no way I would refuse getting my hands soiled in some motherfucker’s blood. So here I was, pummeling some insolent waste of space, who thought it was a bright idea to cross my path. I grabbed him by the collar, with him being barely conscious, “You can’t be fucking serious.” I tapped on his cheeks, wanting him to fucking stand up like a man and fucking fight me.

They keep both of them upright, kicking and punching them with such brutality. I realise I've been untied, so I carefully and silently ease my hands around to my front. The rogues are too caught up in their violence, so I look around. Soul is sat on a chair, fast asleep. I grit my teeth. 'I fucking wonder.' I think to myself. I pull myself up and grab the closest thing, which is thankfully a large, sharp knife and stalk over to Soul. This is my fight and damn it, I'm going to fucking kill him.

I realise I've been untied, so I carefully and silently ease my hands around to my front. The rogues are too caught up in their violence, so I look around. Soul is sat on a chair, fast asleep. I grit my teeth. 'I fucking wonder.' I think to myself. I pull myself up and grab the closest thing, which is thankfully a large, sharp knife and stalk over to Soul. This is my fight and damn it, I'm going to fucking kill him. I place the knife to his jugular, before tapping his shoulder so he's awake. He flutters open his eyes in the way that used to have me quivering in need. Not anymore!

I forget things. Small things at first. A conversation. An order. A face. Then bigger. I speak to someone, turn away, and moments later I don’t remember what I said or why or who they were. It’s like pieces of my mind are being carved away slowly and I can’t stop it. Violence comes easier now. A servant drops a tray and the sound is sharp. I turn and before I can think.... He’s on the ground blood pooling beneath him. My hand still raised.

My jaw hurt from how hard I had been grinding my teeth, but I didn’t care. My eyes fell on the toolbox under my desk. I knelt, opened it, and took out a screwdriver. The cold steel in my palm made me glad. I don’t need a gun for this. The screwdriver would be perfect, while a gun? It would be mercy: it would be through and through, I won’t be able to torture him. When I stepped back into the living room, Vadim was already there, Kazmir too. They watched as I walked in.

"What are you saying? They are selfish. Just that." Julio continued to erect the dominoes. He sighed and spoke again, "we had a lot of options. We can stay peaceful from the very beginning, but we chose violence . . ." He flipped the dominoes, causing those to keep crashing. ". . . and we will forever choose violence because peace was never an option." A moment of silence reigned between the two of them as they watched the dominoes in front of them collapse simultaneously. "Fear was the reason why violence existed." The last domino had fallen.

"Did he what? Princess. Rape her?" She closed her eyes tears flowing down her face, I felt her hands shaking from where she was clasping mine. I laughed like a maniac raising my voice at her. "You need to learn who you are dealing with. I'm not one of those men you work with or the ones you sit in your boring meetings. I do very dark things not because I have too because I like doing them. I am a Kauris you think I need to work for anything in life? I choose violence, princess. I'm a man you want to provoke. I choose darkness, you need to get it through your thick skull."

ATHENA'S POV "WAKE UP " Someone yelled waking me up from my beautiful slumber. I woke up to see who the fuck disturbed my sleep . It was freezing in there . When I opened my eyes,I saw a guy with huge muscles. *talk about working out to be a giant* I mentally laughed "Since Cindy already told you of what to expect ,so I am going to let you choose even though I am sure you all are going for option B"Alex said smirking

“Did Marco say something?” “No.” “Matias?” “No.” “Did someone hurt you?” I blinked. “No?” His eyes narrowed. “Then why are you angry?” I wasn't angry. I was— Actually, I didn't know what I was. And I hated that. So I did what any emotionally mature woman would do. I chose violence. Not physical violence. Worse. Petty violence. I leaned back against the couch. “I've been thinking.” His expression immediately changed. That should've stopped me.

“Don’t… don’t fight for me.” “Why not?” “Because I am telling you not to.” “That’s bullshit,” I said, and glared at her. Taking a deep breath, I softened my voice and took her hands in mine. I stroked her soft skin, lightly tracing the red marks of that man’s hold on her arm. “I am sorry if you don’t like violence. If it scares you, my sweet. But I won’t apologize for my choice to protect you… or anyone I care about, in my own way.”