Jester Slap Battles Novels & Stories

“Jessica’s been feeding you lies about me, playing the victim as usual. She’s a master manipulator.” James’s eyes darkened with fury. Without warning, he slapped me hard across the cheek. The sting was sharp, and heat bloomed beneath my skin. “One more word,” he hissed, “and I’ll wring your neck.” The pain from the slap was still radiating through my jaw, but I kept silent. It wasn’t fear; it was the realization that James was playing a dangerous game, and he was about to be burned by it.

The coldness of the marble beneath my feet matches the fire clawing through my chest. Their laughter dies the second they see me. Perfect. I don’t hesitate. I step forward and slap the first one, hard across the cheek. Her head jerks sideways with the force. Before the second has a chance to flinch away, I land another slap, clean, sharp and unforgiving. They both gasp, reeling from the shock more than the pain. “You think this is a joke?” I hiss, voice low but deadly. “I am your future queen, and you’re standing in the halls of this estate laughing like common whores in a tavern.”

“What a new beauty you've got. Do you mind if I take a look?” Zeus's face remained calm as he responded, “And what a uselessly excessive amount of interest you have in what is mine, Jester.” Jester's laugh was cold. “Always so possessive. But you know, in this game, nothing's truly yours unless you fight for it.” The tension crackled like electricity. Zeus stood slowly, his chair scraping back. “Do you want to test that?” Jester mockingly raised his hands in surrender. “Would you like a champagne for you to calm down? Geez, I was just kidding.”

I kept staring out the window. As soon as we got home, the second the door closed behind us, I slapped him hard across the face. “Narat!” He yelled, eyes wide with shock. “What? Does it hurt? You humiliated me in front of my friends!” My voice shook with anger and leftover fear. The slap echoed in the quiet apartment. My palm stung, but the pain in my chest hurt worse. “Really? You worried about your friends feelings and not mine? I should be the one angry. You are cheating on me with that jerk of a guy..”

Slap! I jumped as the first slap impacted my ass, hard enough to leave a stinging impression behind. Slap! "Count." He thundered as his hand came down hard on my ass cheeks. "Two!" I grunted. The third fell on my other cheek, just as shocking as the first. "Three." I whimpered as Lucas slapped the first cheek again, intensifying the sensation. "Four." My soft flesh rippled from the impact. I curled my spine, flinching away from the blows.

Found in total confusion both spoke the same question. She gives a quick cough, they complain so she slapped them again, this time the two was so angry that they wish to hurt Yubin but she immediately slapped them again and again until their faces were swollen. They thought to stop complaining because her slap was so unbelievably strong, her slap was too painful for them to bear, that is the reason both of them tried stopping their cries. [Goddess Slap Skill Level Up] [Goddess Slap level 5] She wanted to laugh in her mind, so even a slap can damage someone? She asked herself unable to think of the situation while the people were looking at them, Yubin was looking at the board fonts written i

Lucas added, smirking as Jace flinched, "so I suggest you stay very still and let him hit you to calm down his nerves." Jace blinked. "What…" Crack! Nico, still trembling but breathing hard, had stepped forward and slapped Jace…hard. A clean smack across the face that echoed down the docks. "Don’t ever speak to me again," Nico hissed. Lucas raised a brow, visibly impressed. Jace stumbled back, stunned. He wiped his cheek and spat on the ground. "This isn’t over." Lucas chuckled. "It is. Walk away." "I’ll ruin him."

I refuse to die dressed like a complete moron. "So, does Selene know all about your past yet?" Jimmy drawled, sat on the barstool twirling the large silver blade on the bar. He left large scratches on the top, every ruinous mark a dagger to me. "How you're the orphan of the whore who got her throat slit in the town square?" I merely folded my arms and leant against the back wall. Jacob was more intimidated by his triplets’ antics, standing totally straight like a schoolboy.

“I can’t accept such a lame apology. I don’t think that even qualifies as an apology, Mr. I-Am-Right-All-The-Time.” “I said I was sorry. How else should I say it?” “Like you mean it. But you can’t because you don’t even realize what’s wrong, do you?” “Oh? Why don’t you enlighten me, then?” retorted Jester, reflexively responding to Alisa’s provocation. He knew she was looking to start a fight, and since he was the guilty party, he shouldn’t have taken the bait. But he’s never been able to keep his cool when Alisa gets involved.

“Oh, Beta, we were just playing games. Right ladies?” ​The maids nodded vigorously. “Yes… Yes Beta. She's right. We were playing games.” ​“A game where one of my staff is preparing to hit another resident?” He asked, his voice dangerously calm. “Of course, Beta. That's how the game works. It is called a game of slaps.” ​ I nearly snorted. The lie was as heavy as a lead. How did she even come up with it? ​“A game of slaps? How come I've never heard of it?” He looked really confused.