Imperial Fists Chapters Mga Nobela at Kwento

*** AN: THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A FIGHT SCENE, SEMI GORE. On July 09, 2022 will be my second anniversary as a w*****d writer and I will be doing a give away here of the loving the STRIPPER book. Anyone is allowed to join as long as you are able to shoulder the shipping fees..😅🥴🥴

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

The clang of fists on flesh echoed through the training grounds, a brutal rhythm under the moon’s silver gaze. Damien Blackfang’s knuckles split open as he drove his fist into the chest of the hulking enforcer before him. The man staggered, wheezing, blood spattering onto the dirt. But Damien didn’t pause. His body moved like wildfire, each strike a crackling spark of fury, each movement honed from years of relentless drills.

The Moonwalker warriors recoiled, retreating instinctively, eyes wide with confusion and terror. I clenched my fists, teeth grinding as I fought to reclaim control. Useless. The King’s presence wrapped around me like iron chains, squeezing tighter with every breath. Then the voice spoke again. Slower. Crueler. “Punch yourselves until I arrive.” No. My arm moved anyway. My fist slammed into my own jaw with brutal force. Pain exploded through my face, my head snapping to the side as a sharp crack rang in my ears. Lucio cried out beside me, his own fist crashing into his cheek.

"Fuck your empire, Sato. Go to hell." Hose unleashed torrent—icy deluge flooding Rourke's hooded face, board tilting to force lungs full of liquid fire. Gurgles choked wet, body convulsing, chains rattle, veins bulging, desperate. Kenji counted precisely—twenty seconds—then cut the flow. Rourke heaved air, savage, coughing pink froth, but his eyes still spat hate.

My chest felt so tight and painful that I could hardly breathe through my mouth and nose. I feel so helpless. I now realize how ironic it is that I am finally the Emperor of this land and yet I couldn’t even protect the people that are important to me. I curled my hand into a fist until my knuckles turned white and punched the stony ground as hard as I could, releasing all the frustrations and shame I feel while I hear Laurent’s agonizing screams as the healer corrects the position of his bones before his body completely heals.

“Exactly the stupid shit you should keep to yourself. It won’t matter to you anyway.” The limo stopped, and she felt the motor cut. She didn’t sit up. Instead, she stayed flat on the limo bench as the back door of the car was opened. Hands reached in—men’s hands, even more men. She felt them grab her arms and pull, rough and practical, like moving an overlarge bag of rice. Her feet were still clumsy under her as they stood her up before two heavy-set forms.

Before he could lean in for a kiss, she slammed a hand against his chest, creating distance. Sandy only smirked. “Feisty, aren’t you?” He grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly. “Come on, baby. Don’t pretend you don’t want this.” Her patience snapped. Without hesitation, she grabbed the nearest bottle from the table and smashed it over his head. The glass shattered, and blood immediately trickled down Sandy’s forehead. He let out a guttural growl, staggering backward. The entire bar froze for a moment before chaos erupted.

*TRIGGER WARNING* This chapter depicts sexual assault. Skip to chapter 27. I start to wake up when I feel my body being moved. Burning pain shoots through my wrists as I feel my arms being raised above my head. I cry out as my eyes shoot open. Kneeling over me is a shirtless Emperor, and he’s tying the cuffs that are around my wrists to the headboard. I scream and the adrenaline pumping through my body once again gives me the strength to thrash and try and pull away, but it’s no use. Every time I move, the cuffs just burn into my skin more, causing more blisters to form.

His fists came together, encircled by faint white flames that glimmered like divine fire. "Profound Abyss Fist!" he roared as his punch unleashed a biting chill. A thunderous explosion echoed in the void. The two martial monarchs stared in disbelief as a crimson glow flashed in the air, and the golden crow's shadow dissipated. Yet in the next moment, an overwhelmingly ferocious punch erupted like a furious dragon, sweeping toward them with unparalleled force. Caught off guard, the two martial monarchs were hurled to the ground with blood spurting from their mouths. After landing gracefully, Chase did not continue to attack. Instead, he focused on regaining his composure, his chest rising and