Kick Asscast Novels & Stories

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

The Don paused to laugh “Give me a damn break!. Francis had found a way to destroy me and all of you backstabbing bitches went behind my back to hear all about it first hand. Now am not very interested in your failed attempts to ruin me, what am more interested in is knowing how you didn't die in the bombing “ the Don said watching Karan keenly

Hendrick sighed. “Don’t worry. That won’t happen since I’m here.” Kayson’s voice wafted into the car, and Hendrick was stunned. In the next second, Kayson delivered a kick at the person, and the air was filled with nothing but the cracking noise of the assassin's rib cage. Without wasting any second, Kayson threw a punch at another person and stomped on his chest. The assassin’s chest caved in, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Jackie spun, eyes wide with rage, and kicked Kash to the curb. Kash staggered, then curled into the fetal position, clutching himself in pain.

He's almost completely naked, except for a pair of worn boxer briefs. "Pedro, my friend," I laugh down at him like we're old buddies, dropping him at my feet. When he tries to push himself backwards enough to gain his feet, I kick him hard enough in the thigh to drop him again. He shouts in pain and, as he goes down, I kick him in the ribs, allowing the rage to flow through me. This won't take as long as I'd hoped or planned, the anger is too consuming for me to play with this idiot. "You aren't where you're supposed to be."

She had them right where she wanted, if the turned-on looks on their faces were any indication, but she had seen enough to know that men like these feared to confess their attraction to a bigger woman, especially when there were other males present… And so, she wasn’t really surprised when they burst into more laughter, sharper… meaner this time. “I didn’t know they made escorts this big.” One sneered. “Thought they were supposed to be… what’s the word? Petite. Sexy. Not—” he gestured crudely at her body, “—this.” “Careful, Morcetti,” the first one said, his grin spreading wider. “If she rolls over in the night, you might suffocate.”

One of them spoke on his phone “Boss! We found him.” I let out a sigh as I heard him. Then he said “Young boss! Please come with us. We don’t want to hurt you.” “Really?” I took off my cap. “But I can hurt you.” Saying, I kicked the man, who was standing in front of me. He didn’t fall but groaned, holding his gut, and I didn’t wait but attacked him more. I kept my focus on escaping from them, at the same time, attacking them with my punches. I trained enough to handle any number of fighters. They gave me a tough fight for a while but I knocked them down.

" She yelled back as she stormed out of the room. Wow. Ava and I are the only blacks in this school. Ava had Edward and Michael and a British accent. And I , Well, I thought I had Katie, but I think I'm alone and the only person with a black American accent. There's no good person in this damn school. "Hey, can I come in?" said Matthew. Seeing him lifted my spirit a bit, and I quickly wiped the tears off my face. "Sure, do you know how I got here?" I asked as he sat on the armchair.

He had a frustrated look on his face, but it was wiped away when we locked eyes. There was another man sitting on the other side of the desk, someone I kind of recognized. I hadn't really met Killian's beta, but I knew what he looked like. Beta Gabriel was intimidating as all hell. When he smiled, which was rare, it lit his face up like a little boy. His head was shaved, and he had a nasty scar that ran down his neck and under his shirt. Gabriel was the second most intimidating person I have met, Killian being number one.