Ippo Slaps Novels & Stories

So, she could not move a muscle. “Release me now!” she yelled. “Who do you think you’re talking to, b*tch?!” Then, a man slapped her across the face. Smack! Seeing this, Marcello’s expression darkened as he looked at his subordinate. Then, he raised his arm, and powerful energy gathered in his palm before he struck him in the chest. His subordinate was immediately sent flying and collapsed heavily to the ground while vomiting a mouthful of blood. Then, he lay there on the ground motionless.

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the face without hesitation. No one had anticipated me lashing out so suddenly. The entire room froze in stunned silence. "Magnolia, are you insane?" someone shouted. "The Saccone family took care of you for so many years, and now you dare to hit your own father?" At that moment, a cold, aged voice rang out from the doorway. "If he can mistake his own biological daughter for someone else, I'd say she didn't hit him hard enough!"

While she's throwing a barrage of insults and accusatory remarks at him, he exits the pool quietly and strides toward her within a matter of seconds. He peers down at her with a level of mild disinterest. "You're an ásshole of the highest degree imaginable, and here I'll fūcking shake my gorgeous tits agai-" For the second time today, a loud deafening smack pierces the humid air. Ceasing this time, Ilona's words were short. The girls including myself gasp, while the other three men look away elsewhere again. Vladimir slapped her, and Ilona's body goes flying and shatters through into the surface of the pool.

Chapter 61 Sheira went near Pocco to apologize but Pocco was ignoring her and just did his job, focusing on it and pretending like Sheira wasn't there. "Pocco," Sheira frowned. He just stared at her and he couldn't help it anymore and sighed, "What?" he said in a soft voice. Sheira blinked and apologized to him, "I'm sorry for slapping you, I didn't mean to do that," she whispered. "Sheira, it's cool, I forgot about it as well, okay?" he said and turned his back at her.

It was a small declaration but I gave him a chance to deny it. “She’s my girl so it doesn't count,” Ezequiel chose to say instead. I wiped the side of my mouth, my patience long gone. In an instant, my palm struck across his face. The impact was brutal. Blood and spit splattered from his lips. Ezequiel reeled back, confusion flickering in his eyes. Before he could gather himself, I delivered another slap to the other side, harder this time. “Get him up,” I ordered Luigi.

Spitting on his face gave her overwhelming satisfaction. "Pakkk!" A resonating slap sound echoed the room. Sen. Meyer slapped Trishia hard. Trishia's head swayed on the side but she was not shoved to the ground as his men were holding her strongly. Instantly, blood came out from the corner of Trishia's mouth. It didn't bother her as she kept on chuckling. "Pakkk!" Another loud slap was heard. Trishia's head swayed to the other side. "Hahaha!" She laughed out loud still not bothered with her swollen cheeks. "Pakkk!" It was the loudest slap and her blood hit the floor. More blood came out of her mouth but she was still cackling.

Then, I stepped on Tuti's foot with my heel to let her grip off. Fast movement is required in this action. "Ouch!" Tuti screamed in pain, instantly her hand was released. Plaque! Plaque! Plaque! Plaque! Four slaps flew to Tuti's cheeks. With enthusiasm, I waved the war flag from legal wife to actor. When slapping, there is a sense of satisfaction in itself.

“Think we can manage a repeat performance of last night once the sun goes down?” “Oh, so you’re craving a second helping of the wolf-style meat and dumplings?” I teased, shifting my weight against him. “That works for me. It means I don’t have to spend my evening over a hot stove again.” Dominic didn't answer with words. He hauled me over his lap and landed a sharp, stinging slap against my backside. The sudden heat of it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core, reigniting a fire I thought we’d thoroughly extinguished during our midnight hours. I let out a low, involuntary moan, but before I could turn the tables on him, Dominic shifted me off his lap and rolled out of the bed wi

I guess this is karma slapping me so hard in the face. “Open, girl.” He slaps my inner thigh, hard enough that the spot slowly turns red. It causes my thighs to part till I get to my limit. My ass is leveled to the edge of the bed, my wetness slips down my wide anus and soaks up the leather. Ready to be filed. “Well shaved,” Jimmy groans his comment. He runs his gloved hand along my soft skin, humming, dangerous eyes inspecting me like I was some goods. “Smooth,” he traces my thick lips.