Invincible Beat Up Face Novels & Stories

“If you cannot continue, you will say it clearly.” I held Ingrid’s gaze without flinching. Then the elder lifted a hand. “Begin.” Beverly didn’t even pause. She didn’t shift. She didn’t bother summoning her wolf. Because in her mind, I wasn’t worth it. She lunged in human form. Fast. Too fast. Her fist came at my face like a cannon. I tried to move, but the first punch still landed, hard, cracking across my cheekbone with a sound that made the crowd gasp.

He stumbled backwards, gasping for air, and I took advantage of the moment to land a final blow to his chin. Brent fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious, and I stood over him, victorious. The rest of the group stared at me in shock, but I didn't care. I had stood up for what was right, and I had won. As Brent stumbled backwards, I could see the shock and anger in his eyes. He lunged at me once again, but I was ready for him this time. I ducked under his punch and landed a swift uppercut to his jaw, sending him reeling backwards.

"Or is it that you're afraid Dad will expose you in front of everyone when he arrives? And he'll throw you out of the house in his fury?" Nevaeh's expression darkened. She raised her hand to strike me, but I was quicker. I slapped her first, sending her sprawling to the ground. The next second, a furious voice rang out from the doorway. "Magnolia Saccone! What the hell are you doing?" Don stormed into the room. His face was livid, and he immediately rushed to help Nevaeh to her feet. "Are you alright, Nev?" I watched coldly as Don carefully helped Nevaeh to her feet. A faint smile curved my lips as I said, "Dad, you've finally decided to show up.

I growled in his face. “Nothing they didn’t deserve.” He said. “They’re innocent. They are all fucking innocent. You know that.” I yelled. “I don’t care. I am the Alpha of this pack and they are nothing to me.” He said. So I kneed him in the stomach and when he bent over I kneed him in the face. Before he was able to fall to the ground, I grabbed his hair and forced his head up so I could elbow him in the face and I pulled my arm straight back and punched him in the face.

I knock twice and wait. She probably takes a few minutes to respond, but it seems like ages. When she yanks the door open and sees me, her whole countenance changes. She looks pissed and that scares me. Without even giving me a chance to talk, she punches me straight on my nose. I stagger backward and regain my balance. Before I even get a chance to stand properly, my mate comes at me in full force. She rains punches and kicks on me like an enraged tigress. Seeing how determined she is, I decide to be on the defensive. At the same time, I mindlink my father and uncle.

The thug let out a scream as his face turned pale. He finally realized that Sienna was serious when she talked about the game. She would give him an extra punch for each second that he delayed! Wouldn’t it be terrible if they delayed for a minute? Wouldn’t he get beaten to death then? The thug jumped up, roared, and yelled at his followers, who were on the ground, “Get up! Get up, you idiots!” The group of people finally crawled and scrambled away from the grove after getting a few punches.

Diana Vance advanced and tried to land a punch on Adam's face but Adam moved out of the way quickly. Seething, he tried again but Adam was just so fast that his blows didn't graze him not to talk of touching him. For every failure, I watched Vance get angrier, his wide nose flaring as he grunted. Adam, on the other hand, looked like he was enjoying himself, his face had this unholy glint that made me think he was enjoying this. Vance almost got lucky when his punch looked like it would connect with Adam's tummy, but he twisted out of the way and kicked Vance brutally, causing him to fall unceremoniously to the ground. Vance jumped up and charged in but he still couldn't land a blow. Adam cau

"I don't see any men here. Just little bitches with their tales stuck between their legs. Come at me, I'm getting bored." "You little—" Instead of finishing his words he moves forward to attack me. I made a move as if I was going to punch him, but instead, I used my favorite beating stick to knock his feet off the ground. The bigger they are the harder they fall. His face made contact with the ground and he groaned in pain.

the tall, motionless figure again asked them instead of giving them a satisfactory answer. “Beat this bastard,” they ordered. And the guy who stepped first raised his fist and flung it on the person’s face, but he did not flinch and neither tried to dodge it. The next second he raised his legs and took it the waist height to give a forceful kick on the chest. However, he didn’t make it as his leg was caught by a warm, fiery hand. Quickly, the place burned with a charring sound and the goon howled. “What happened?” others asked the team member, who was crying in pain.