I Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

One who only knows violence. There was really only one way I could save anyone. It was the same way I destroyed everyone. Violence. Watching the doctor work with his hands, delicately examining her, trying to decipher the problem with nothing but light touches, I was both fascinated and bored. I could never see myself doing that. I'd rather punch another person to save one. That was the best and only way for me. "I don't think the Luna is in any danger," he said after a while. "But she fainted," Soren remarked.

The other half of my soul. Why had I done it? The question gnawed at me. I had never laid a hand on a woman before—never even considered it. Violence was for weak men, men who couldn’t control their impulses. And yet, in that moment of blinding fury, I had become exactly that.

I walked toward her, my reflection in the glass floor making it look like I was walking on water. ​"You didn't graduate me," I said, leaning down until we were eye-to-eye. "You underestimated me. You thought I would be a victim forever, but Malakai didn't just take me—he woke me up. And now that I’m awake, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than a man with a gun is a woman who has nothing left to lose."

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV The following morning was definitely out of the ordinary. I woke up to the inviting aroma of pancakes and brewed coffee. Coffee was my favorite. I groaned while sitting up on the couch. It wasn't very comfortable. Yet, I hadn't anticipated being taken to bed. Fuck, if he laid a hand on me, I'd surely kill him.

I kicked him hard in his most vulnerable area, causing him to groan in agony. "Fuck, you bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" "Like hell, you will. I'll send you straight to Jesus myself!" I yelled kicking him back in the nuts again. Something caught my eyes, the gun. I took the gun from him and used the butt of the weapon to strike him across the face, blood streaming from his nose. The man lay unconscious on the floor, and I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had never imagined myself capable of such violence, but in that moment, it was a matter of survival.

The way he says it makes it appear like he’s the one who’s been put in a shitty situation and I’m somehow making things worse. “Fuck you!” I scream at him again. “Poor choice of words? The poor choice was banishing my sister and ruining my parents!” It’s late. My head is pounding. My body is trembling from renewed adrenaline, and I decide that maybe sometimes, like now, for instance, violence is the answer to him.

It sent excited tingles down my spine. Am I…am I excited by all this? I thought to myself, horrified. I’m excited by all this blood and violence? The scent of Liam’s blood lingered in my nose. I had the sudden urge for more blood. I was gripped with a desire to attack Jake, to punch him hard in the face and to feel the fragile bones in his nose shatter under the force of my fist. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never like violence before! I’d always been a peaceful man. I’d fought when I had to, but always reluctantly. I never CRAVED violence before. I clenched my fists.

Just breathe. I swear to everything holy and unholy, the urge that rushed through me in that moment was not calm, curiosity, or awe. It was violence. Pure, jealous, highly unreasonable violence. Because the second Jayden’s hand closed around Victor’s wrist, my first thought was I should cut that hand off. Victor’s hand. Not Jayden’s. I am not insane. Just… passionate. And then Victor inhaled like he had been holding his breath for a century. He jerked awake so hard the doctor actually cursed out loud, which honestly felt validating because at least I was not the only one internally screaming.

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.

Her hold on me is firm and the next thing I feel is myself being thrown to the ground. I'm not a fighter and I don't know how to throw punches or even hit someone. I'm not a violent person and I hate violence so much seeing I suffer from it. If I was a violent person, Maksim would have been pronounced dead because I would have long suffocated him in his sleep. I don't know how to fight, I never fight back, not even when Maksim is beating me up. That has become my nature and right now, I'm convinced that it's not a good habit. It's a very bad one.