Novel & Cerita Kim Crawford From Kickin It

I continued to kick and scream until my throat and lungs were sore. I aimed my knee as hard as I could from the bed between his legs, and it hit its target as he cried out and released his grip. The other one lunged at me as I tried to make a run for it. I heard a noise and felt the electricity course through me. He had a tazer and he hit my neck with it. My whole body contracted, and I fell limp in his arms. He took the opportunity to throw me back onto the bed. Within seconds I was cable tied to the bed by my wrists.

Her eyes welled up with frustration as she pulled out her phone and started dialing Zac's number. ... At that moment, Zac was hanging from the ceiling, being whipped mercilessly. He howled in pain, sounding like a pig being slaughtered, thrashing around helplessly. When his phone suddenly started ringing, it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel. "Sir, please—I've got money! Just let me answer the call, I'm begging you!" Zac pleaded over and over. He couldn't take it anymore. Kian shook out his sore hand with a grimace of disgust. "You're a grown man, yet all you do is bully women. Who gives a damn about your filthy money?"

The memory of him clinging to my clothes while struggling to breathe came back to me. He was swollen all over, and his face had turned purple. He kept repeating, "I want to live, Eva! I want to see you and Caesar get married. I want to see you start a family!" I called Caesar over and over, but he never picked up. All I could do was beg Joey to hold on while I hugged him in my arms in painful despair, telling him that his brother-in-law would be coming to save him. However, Joey did not make it. He died in pain from organ failure as he was unable to have the surgery to replace his kidney.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I watched the guy's every move. The way he shuffled his feet, his posture and even the way held his fists. The bell rang, and some music started blaring again. It was 'Awake by Godsmack'. He jumped for, and I ducked just in time for him to miss. I shot back up and remembered what Liam said. Kicking is my strong point. I can thank six years of soccer for that.

He says in a small plea. I shake my head, unwilling to keep silent. I’m furious and if the entire world doesn’t hear it, William McQueen II will. “No, I won’t shut me up. You are to hear the truth. The Karen you knew is dead, this one is the new me and screw your opini–”

"He is just a condescending jerk trying to draw attention. I will sort out my textbook issue with him after school, but now, I am more worried about why he was with Killer earlier." Nate relaxes back into his chair, exhaling. "Killer's real name is Chris Bradford. Before he joined the underground, he was well known in the big leagues. His trainer then was Steven Rodriguez." I cough out in shocked reflex. "Steven Rodriguez? You mean. . . .you mean Jason's dad?"