Invincible Beat Up Face Novels & Stories

Bruises and cuts begin to show on his face, and I can also feel my face burning and throbbing in pain. I manage to pin him to the wall with my arm squeezing his neck. “If you think you’ve become invincible just because a mafia boss is backing you up, you’re wrong!” I hiss. “I outclassed Adriano once before, and I’ll do it again so you can rot back in jail!” Vincent hisses as he pushes me away before sending a kick to my abdomen. As I curl down to the floor, he aims for his cell phone. I barrel through the pain just to reach him on time before he can phone Adriano.

"Your armor looks a bit rusty, friend—" Before he can finish his insult, I snap my boot out in a lightning-fast kick straight to his elbow, forcing his joint to pop and releasing Rowan from his grip. In the exact same motion, I drive my fist directly into the center of his face. His head snaps backward with a sickening crack, blood spewing from his nose and shattered mouth in a magnificent, crimson fountain. "That is the principal," I growl. His legs go completely wobbly like jelly, and I drive a brutal front-kick straight into his gut, hitting him so hard his torso folds completely in half at the waist. "And that is the interest."

"Didn't expect that, huh?" His fleshy arms got replaced by a pair of translucent ones. He got into a boxing position and focused on the enemy in front of him. The ghost screamed and tried to rip apart his face, but he just evaded, grabbed it by the arm, and pulled it towards the ground. After a quick punch in the face, the Chief released it and punched it in the ribs, next was an uppercut that made the ghost drop his defenses, and he ended with a punch to the face, slamming it to the ground.

I could sense Ivan’s aura glowing from anger. Men like him are predictable. They’re called d*cks for a reason because when it comes to hitting or fighting a woman, they go for the throat, punching their face, kicking their stomachs, or grabbing their hair. My hair was in a low bun and since I was taught to always guard my face and body, he was going to have a hard time getting a good lick off me.

I drove tons of my fist into his face. They tried to drag me away, but I held on. Punching. Hearing bones crack. Revelling in it. He tried shift into his beast form. I did not let him. I beat him until he could not breathe properly. Until his face was unrecognizable. Until he stopped moving. Hands clawed at me, but hold on I did. I kept hitting. My knuckles split. Blood soaked my skin. I did not care. Only when his eyes were rolled back, his swollen face a mangle of blood and skin, did I finally stop.

I asked and pushed her to the wall. I didn't allow her regain her strength as I launched my new profound strength towards her, smashing my fists on her puny fucking face, I took all of my hatred and anger to destroy her, her scream fell on my deaf ears as I kicked, punched, scratch, beat the hell out of her. Suddenly, I was thrown across the room by some men who had come to save her. I laughed at the look on her face, she looked so badly ruined. I ruined her face, though those men began beating me again. I was happy that at least I destroyed Davina's face.

One of their faces twists into a scowl as he puckers his lips and spits on my face. “Cute,” I say, closing my eyes as I slide a hand over my face and wipe it off across the top of my tactical leggings. “Too bad that’s not a kink of mine and won’t buy you any time.” I stand to my full height of 6 feet, cock back my arm and land a jab full force in the middle of his face. Tears and blood immediately start to trail down his dirty, unshaven face as his jaw hangs open and his head falls back in what I’m guessing is an attempt to scream out in pain.

"Where is the little bitch?" My fist connects with his face before he has time to react; he raises his fists to come at me, but I'm ready as we go round for round; Bear takes a seat, kicking back as he enjoys the show. He gets a couple of cheap shots in, but nothing that I can't handle. I am the undefeated champion of the underground, and no Vampire is going to bring me down. He starts to weaken as he staggers in front of me before falling to his knees,

“Get up, hero! See what being a hero gets you!” Jessica struggled to breathe and get back up. She stuck out her hand to Adam with tears running down her face. Adam got an adrenaline rush and sprang back to his feet. Ivan grinned and motioned him to come at him. What he had failed to realize was that Adam had grabbed the baseball bat when he was on the ground. He awaited another hook but received a swing on his face worthy of a homerun. It connected with Ivan's jaw and he stumbled backwards.

Standing tall, expressionless. His golden eyes held no warmth, no concern. He wasn’t stopping this. He was letting this happen. A lump formed in my throat, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not now. Not in front of them. Before I could react, Scarlett moved. Her fist collided with my face in a brutal punch, sending shockwaves of pain through my skull. My head snapped to the side, a sharp, metallic taste filling my mouth. Blood. I staggered back, barely catching myself before I hit the ground. Scarlett didn’t wait. She launched forward again, delivering another merciless punch, this time to my stomach. I gasped, the air knocked out of my lungs, my body folding over in pain.