King One Punch Novels & Stories

He did it roughly and intensely until King reached his edge and finally white liquid came flowing from his end. But Kane didn't stop there. He did it again and again, he played with King's shaft and body like it is a toy he's very interested at. He didn't even realized, King lost his consciousness. When Kane saw King in rigged state, a wicked smile appeared from his lips. He stood up and went to the table where King's phone and his is lying atop. It only took him a minute to open his phone. He opened it and sent a message to Stan that ordered to spread throughout his whole team. His own organization.

he said, gazing at me. He threw the first punch, quick and planned. I dodged it with lightning reflexes and felt the impact in my arm. Sean’s attacks came in waves—punches, kicks, elbows—each one executed with precision and power. And with each strike, I responded, meeting his force with my own. But somehow I felt guilty for hitting a disabled man. So I let my guard down without taking his advice. That got me a punch in the jaw and a knee in the stomach that knocked me out.

“Dione, it’s simple. You’ve been caught already, and I’ll make sure you rot in here for the several crimes you’ve committed. Why not just confess now to make things easier?” “Easier for you or for me?” He chuckled and put his cuffed hands on the table. “You know, I really liked you despite all your good girl attitude. If I wasn’t locked up here, maybe we must have had sex by now so you feel what you’ve been missing out on and what your hawk of an ex here didn’t give you.” Before I could take in his words, Jordan, who had been standing by me, launched toward Dione, punching the hell out of him. “Damn you, fool,” he yelled as his fist kept colliding with Dione’s face.

That said, Harvey’s punch was as strong as an earthquake; he instantly crushed right through the armor and reached the leader’s chest. There was a loud crack, and his chest instantly collapsed. His body flew back three feet at the speed of lightning, and blood gushed out of his chest the moment he landed. He coughed out blood, his face pale. In just a single hit, the leader was heavily injured. Everyone was dead silent. “Interesting. As expected from the leader of the Seven Absolutes to be a peak King of Arms.” Harvey sighed as he looked at his palm. “I didn’t think I couldn’t kill you with a single punch.”

Martin leaned lazily on his sofa Stephanie walked toward him, sitting on his lap, “I won’t do that again, I promise!” She brings her face closer to him and kisses him Martin kissed her possessively. When he released her lips, he said “You know I don’t like my woman being touched by others! You’re mine only! MINE ONLY!” “I’M YOURS. FOREVER YOURS!” She said it and he got up, bringing her to the bed, starting to strip her night dress

I will not give up on that photo. I huff out a war cry as I lower my head and I charge the man like a bull. I hear him huff, almost in annoyance as I connect with his stomach and he falls backwards, me tumbling with him. We land with me straddling him and he seizes my wrists. His dark eyes are rimmed with red and his face is tense with threat of violence. I try with everything in me to fight him, but I can't free my arms. His gripe is iron, unnatural. I growl in fury, and part humiliation as I fling my leg up over him to try to scrape his shin or knee him between his legs. He pushes from the ground and flips us over, my back chiding hard with the pavement as I hoist my legs up and bury them

This person's brow bone is very high, making his eye sockets sunken, so no matter what expression on his face is, it becomes indescribably wicked even though he looks extremely handsome. Jason quickly whispered to Claude, "CDEA big boss Rondy Yang." Rondy Yang, the boss of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the city as well as the largest entertainment industry in Asia, has a relationship with gangsters. A character who can change white to black, shout rain, and call wind, is called "The Evil Man of the Entertainment World."

"Oi! Whatcha' think ya doing?!" "This is a public family place! And you're drinking! Get out before I make this scene a lot worse than it already is." Lucas growled at the drunk human, his eyes turning black. "W-woah! Your eyes!" The guy shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "You know what. I think I should teach you a lesson. Shouldn't mess with me kid!" Ava sucked in a breath as the guy went to throw a punch at Lucas. Rolling his eyes, Lucas blocked his poorly aimed hit and socked him in the eye, promptly knocking the guy out cold.

Before I know it, strong arms circle around my armpits, pulling my hands behind my back before a strong punch hits me square in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me. Black dots appear in my vision, making it unable to see who the puncher is but I know that whoever it is, sure knows how to punch, because now I feel like to cry. I feel like my insides have turned into porridge. The only sound I make is a grunt though, and when the black dots finally disappear, I see who the puncher is. It's Suho of course. I chuckle to myself, feeling my chest burn for air. "You punch like a girl."

"That's amazing, Mr. Frankton! You're so close to the wall, but you punched it away anyway. It goes to show how strong you are!" Frank smiled, perfectly composed. "It's called a one-inch punch. It'd be weaker if there's more distance."