Loco Punch Say Yes Novels & Stories

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

This was pathetic. “It's high time you realize that people's lives are not one of your business deals or contracts.” I took a step forward, my fury blinding me as I pushed his chest. It only made him bridge an inch before he stood there, letting me punch him square in the chest. “THEY” punch “ARE” punch “NOT SOME” punch “PUPPETS ON WHOM” punch “YOU CAN IMPOSE” punch “ YOUR FUXKING DECISIONS.”

“But yes, it is one of my goals in life to kill him! “So, what are waiting for? You just have to say yes and agree to whatever I would ask you.” “And that is?” A smile curved on my lips, “For now, It’s a yes or now. The specifics would follow in suit.” I raised my brows though he couldn’t see it. “What do you say?” “The fuck kid, you are getting in my head. Fine, for now, it’s a yes.” I stood from my seat jumping to my feet. “I’ll guess, that’s it for today.”

Lucas smiled faintly. He thought to himself, 'Do you think I don't have my own punch just because you have yours?' Lucas was then seen raising his fist before he drove it at Grag with force. "Domineering Demonic Punch!" The punch that had just been thrown was accompanied by tons of demons. Broom! A loud explosion that caused the earth to shake was heard. The crowd felt as if the sky was going to fall. Their faces were plastered with horrified looks.

This is what I know how to do, push until something breaks and create conflict where I can control the outcome. But then footsteps echo from downstairs, and Clara's voice calls up cheerfully. "Boys! Dinner!”

Gio: Well, that’s what I am expecting from them. Lou: Yeah. We can be happy even there are only a few of us. Let’s make Caye happy tomorrow! Gio: All right! Good night. I am going to sleep now. Lou: good night and have a sweet dream! See you tomorrow. I am supposed to turn off my phone now when he responded. Gio: Fuck you! Don’t do that to me lol. My forehead crumpled as I saw his response. Is that a sweet gesture? Lou: Ouch. I got hurt.

Leo teases Mark. "Don't you really know how to apologize to the people you hurt?" I bravely said. "Ohhhhh dude, 1 point!" his friends shouted as if they were teasing me even more. "Do you want to know if I was hurt?" Mark remained silent as he stared at me “Well, I will make you feel the pain. Tell me if it's hurts.” they all thought about what I said. I moved away a little then I punched him with full force. It retreated but did not fall, I felt the pain in my fist but I did not reveal that I was hurt.

His punches, his kicks, they held a lot of feeling- I felt them all. "Hmm?" I hummed back, ready to listen wholeheartedly. "I love you, you know that right?" he asked and I closed my eyes- not being able to help the smile that made itself onto my face. “I know, and I love you too," I replied and punched him with the last ounce of my strength before getting up. "That's 100 to 99." "AND THE WINNER IS THE MYSTERIOUS DEMONNNN!!!!" --- "I can't believe I let you win all that money and my title."

Don’t be a damsel in distress. *PUNCH* Don’t let them see you cry. *PUNCH* Stick to your guns. *KICK* Fuck Malachy and that bitch, Mirabella. * PUNCH *PUNCH *PUNCH Fuck everyone! *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK*

he continued, confidence never dimming, “if I win, I also get to punch you in the face as well. How’s that sound?” I laughed, and his frown deepened from my reaction, like he wanted to ask me why the hell I was laughing. This guy… oh, he’s a strange one, alright. “Deal,” I said, fighting the urge to ruffle his hair like the arrogant kid he was.”Chai. Chokh di, na.” (Good luck)