Novel & Cerita Ippo Slaps

Eileen taunted. I seethed with anger, unable to contain it. I stormed over to Eileen, my emotions boiling over. Without hesitation, I raised my hand and delivered a sharp, cheek-breaking slap to Eileen's face. The print of my palm against her skin, the sound of the slap was loud. Eileen's head jerked back, Jolie's hands flew to her mouth, stunned.

My knees slammed against the cold tile floor, the pain so sharp that it sent tears streaming down my face. I kept slapping myself in the face while begging, "Please don't call my sister. Giovanni, please. I'll apologize and make it up to you. You can hit me back—whatever you want. Just please don't call my sister, okay?" My face grew redder and more swollen from all the slapping. It wasn't until blood trickled from the corner of my lips that Giovanni's face finally twisted into a smug grin. He stopped Mr. Rossi and said in a raised voice, "Alright, fine. But a public apology isn't enough. You're going to have to slap yourself in front of everyone tomorrow, and you won't stop until I'm satisf

I reached for another drink, but Vanessa grabbed my arm. She smiled. "Just drinking is kinda boring. Let's raise the stakes." Someone jumped in immediately. "Then the loser has to take something off." Another guy laughed. "Outerwear's lame. Make it underwear." The room erupted. "Take it off! Take it off!" My hands clenched so hard my knuckles went white. Every muscle in my body locked up. Vanessa tilted her head, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

I said with my cunning smile as the group look at me. The other girl behind the girl I slammed the spaghetti came forward and tried to slap me but I just grab her skinny wrist and look at her devilishly. With my free hand, a strong flying slap lands on the girl’s face as I look at her really mad. Remind you not to treat Anna Marie Marcelo like a piece of shit. “Raise a hand on me and I’ll give you a double, crazy biatch.” I said in pure anger as I look at them with my challenging glare.

"Says Mister Casanova himself. You were probably trying to suck out her third lung inside the kitchen there." He slaps me behind the head. "Duh bro, you only have two lungs." I slap him behind the head. "I am sure Chloe has none left." He slaps me behind the head. "Are you boys going to slap each other the whole night like that?" Isabella asks as she watching the ping pong match of slapping heads. "I can always bring out that whip." "Boo, I thought you keeping that for us for later? I wink at her and smile.

Illy whispered before closing her eyes and reopening them after a few moments, to show two darker eyes. “Illy—” The girl stood up without struggles and ran her fingers in her dark. She rolled up her dress sleeves and rubbed her hands. “Well, well. It’s time for some action now,” she smirked before punching on the face. “That's for that dirty mouth of yours!” “And you!” she pointed at Julie, who looked horrified by the scene. She approached her slowly and punched her stomach. “That's for touching this precious body!” Scarlett clapped her hands with satisfaction and ran her fingers in her hair. She looked at Damian, who was staring at her with confusion, fear, and relief.

And before she could think, before she could stop herself, her free hand swung through the air. Her palm connected with his cheek with a sound like a gunshot. The villa went silent. Sophia's chest heaved. Her hand stung. Her mind caught up with what she had just done, and her eyes went wide with horror. She had slapped him. She had actually slapped Leonardo Ferri. The man who controlled half the city. The man who had vowed to destroy her. The man who had never, in all the years she had known him, been struck by anyone and lived to tell the tale.

Her two friends, who’d tagged along from the beginning, weren’t any better—loud, obnoxious, and feeding the chaos like a bad sitcom laugh track. “She—she slapped me first! Look at this!” Clara pointed at the red mark on her cheek, her voice sharp with wounded pride. The corner of her lip was split—thanks to Ivy’s slap, which had landed with no restraint. “I was just talking! I never laid a hand on her! And then she just attacked me!” Ivy smirked, completely unbothered. Since being brought into the station, she hadn’t said a word. Not because she couldn’t defend herself, but because the man standing beside her had said calmly, “Miss Kim, allow me to speak and handle this for you.”

The punch bag swings violently from the impact of Ilya’s blow, the leather groaning with each hit, but Ilya barely notices as his anger fuels him, driving him harder, faster, every hit heavier than the last Toy. Pleasure. Disposed. The words taste bitter and acidic, and they burn in his chest. Ilya can’t believe he’s been degraded to nothing but a pleasure slave. With a sharp growl, he spins around, delivering a roundhouse kick that snaps the bag to the side before it bounces back, and without hesitation, he grabs it again, slamming it with both fists until his knuckles, tied with a piece of white cloth, sting.

"Why do people slap the remote when it's not working?" "Why does it work after you slap it tho?" I asked back and stole the bottle in his hand and chugged on it. "Ayu, did you know that I have a longer dick than Jiroo?" "Hey! You promised not to tell anyone!" Jiroo scowled and slapped my arm with a look of betrayal on his face. "Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, Jiroo. Welcome to the real world." I said with my arms spread out and Jiroo gasped exaggeratedly, covering his mouth.