Ippo Slaps Novels & Stories

Olivia screams and charges at me, causing both of us to fall. A cheer erupts, people surround us as we fight. She claws at me, trying to scratch my face with her acrylic nails and I spend the next minute avoiding her hands. I switch our positions and straddle her, flashing her a smile before I land the first hit, a hot slap to her cheek which instantly burns red. My palm connects to her cheek again, I am about to slap her for the third time when I am pulled away from her.

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

Gía replied furiously. Odalis raised her hand to slap Gia, but Gia stopped her. "How dare you!" "I dare because I'm fed up! Fed up with you, with Juno, with this whole farce!" Gia pushed her hard. "You're going to pay for this!" Odalis tried to grab her again. This time, Gia was prepared, her fist slammed into Odalis's perfect nose, making her stagger. "My nose! Damn savage!" Odalis screamed, as blood stained her expensive blouse.

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.

“Open your eyes, Celia. I want to see the silver you can’t hide when you want me so badly your cunt runs down your inner thighs.” Clenching my eyes tight, I shake my head. I’m picked up and back over the arm of the chaise lounge, and this time there is no warning. He doesn’t say a word before slapping my swollen, weeping core. Holy shit, sparks appear behind my eyelids at how badly it hurts “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Milos. Please stop.” He doesn’t even slow as he slaps me ten times there. Finally it stops. I sag against the arm of the chaise. Milos is so tall I’m staring right at his cock, he steps closer. “Eyes open and on me.”