Mind Blow Quotes Novels & Stories

“Like, bro, I *am* unhinged. That’s the entire reason I’m pretending to be a guy . One more bullshit day and I’m yeeting my ass into the fountain just to feel anything besides this binder slowly turning my organs into paste.” Mira snorted so hard she choked on her own spit. The phone almost flew out of her hand she caught it like it was a live grenade. “You’re dramatic as fuck. Also your punches are garbage. You hit like a toddler who’s mad the piñata fucked his mom and won’t share the candy.”

The only person who is able to subside this tornado , to subside my anger is the person who caused this anger. I tilt my head back and enjoy the pain I feel , as the alcohol brew burns its way down my throat. I throw the cup behind me , I hear glass shatter. I feel my lungs expand before I let out a blood curdling scream , and when I stopped to catch my breath I could hear my echo.

The man's eyes widened with shock. He never thought that his precious spear would be destroyed with one punch. "Do you still think you're powerful?" Chase shook his head. "You're nothing in my eyes. I can kill you with one finger!" He swung another punch while speaking. He was so fast that his punch created a strong wind. A scream echoed in the air as the man flew off from the impact. There was a deep, bloody dent on his chest. Blood kept gushing out of it. He looked absolutely pitiful.

Lost in his thoughts, Solomon took a punch in the gut. It hurt so bad that Solomon cursed Mable out in his mind. She was something else to piss Blair off. Blair could easily fight two on his own. He had no problems with fighting, especially during his manic episodes. Solomon and Kyle were no match for Blair even when teamed up. It did not take long before they were beaten black and blue. Solomon swore under his breath and looked at Kyle. “This isn’t working.” Kyle evaded Blair’s punch and turned toward Aunt Grace, who kept her distance from the fighting. “Call the doctor.”

When he speaks again, his voice sounds muffled by the breath of oxygen in his lungs. "I think everyone needs a slap in the face from time to time. I took mine and the most amazing thing is that it didn't hurt as much as I thought. In fact, the moment I got this slap, I just thought about hitting back and leaving throwing my hair in the wind like every powerful woman does, you know? I smile. “I know.”

Adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my determination to emerge victorious. The crowd watched in awe, their cheers and gasps echoing through the arena. They are captivated by the spectacle, unable to tear their eyes away from the mesmerizing display of skill and bravery. We kept on going back and forth, him charging towards me and I kept on dodging, all of a sudden, I received a powerful blow to my gut, and before I could look at him he delivered another one to my back I could turn back to see where he was, he delivered a powerful blow to my face and I think that’s what made my brain register that disappearance was his gifts.

I told myself. 'Hmm... Adrianne.' He said to his self. I hated how smooth my name rolled off his tongue. His voice reminded me of oil. Dangerous and slick. I let him get closer, then punched him square in the face. I doubt it hurt him but it stunned him for a few seconds and few seconds were all I needed. My knuckles burned but I ran as fast as my two legs would take me. Why didn't movies say how much a blow hurt?! I was few steps from the door, from my freedom, from my trauma, from him! when a slap sent me flying into the nearby wall. Pain travelled up my spine, the air was knocked out of my lungs."

“Do you know that pride can plunge a person into a pit of suffering? Take you, for example, for daring to say such nonsense in front of an Alpha like me!” I swore in my heart that I would smash his mouth, that had uttered such a low sentence to me. My blood rushed hotly through my body until my head felt like I had fed it with burning coals. My gaze sharpened, seeing all my enemies, who were currently laughing out loud and mocking me.

Marcellus’ POV “Idiot”, I punched the twat straight into his face with all my might. Blood trickled from his broken nose, and he fell to the ground. “All of you are incompetent” I smashed all the books, a shitload of paperwork, whiskey bottles, glasses and other random crap on my table.

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*