Mother I Crave Violence Gif Novels & Stories

Usually, I walked away whenever she showcases women to me. But not today. I needed someone, anyone to vent my anger on. “You’re doing it for the fucks, right? You’re going to get what’s coming,” I pushed her away and stared hard at them. “All of you.” “Call Damien,” I said. The guard at the door left without hesitation. “If you don’t want them, just tell me. There is no need for violence,” Mother said. “This will be a lesson to anyone who claims to be my mate,”

AVA The sharp crack of my mother's palm against my cheek echoed through our cramped apartment like a gunshot. My face burned, but the pain in my chest hurt worse. I pressed my hand to my stinging cheek, blinking back tears that threatened to spill out. "You worthless little brat!" Her voice was shrill, fueled by the cheap wine she'd been drinking all afternoon. "Eighteen years old and what do you have to show for it? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" I stood frozen in the doorway of our kitchen, still wearing my fast-food uniform that reeked of grease and desperation. My mother's bloodshot eyes blazed with a hatred I have grown used to but never quite understood.

"Motherfucker!" "Son of a bitch, you piece of fucking shit!" "You... you... I will decapitate you with a butter knife! I will pull your entrails up your throat and strangle you with them! I will burn you alive and make your remains into a pie!” "I'm going to poison you with the cyanide I keep in my kitchen, and then beat you blind and dead with a rounders bat, before I have your eyes stabbed out with a fork and then shoved back into the same holes I took them from backwards!"

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV As father put it, today was the day I would finally meet the man who would own me. Apparently, I will become his bitch. I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than be someone's property. Who do these guys think they are?

His mother just hummed in response, still sipping her coffee. “This cutie, I wanna fvck her so bad!”

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

One score to settle. With a snarl, I grabbed the back of Mato's jacket before hurling him around. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for the wrath which had taken possession of me. My hate demanded violence. It craved carnage. Every drop of blood that spat from Mato's face was ecstasy to me. I slammed my fist into his face. Again, and again, and again. If you have to slit the throat of every motherfucker who threatens your woman, then you do it with a goddamn smile on your face.

With one hand on the mouse, the other on his now oozing cock, he kept reading as his mother told twitter what she wished he would do to her. "I'll have him lay back, and I'll get on top of him and ride his hard young cock while I shove my tits in his mouth." "But you all know how I really need it! On my knees, getting fucked like the nasty slut I am. Like this!" This tweet had a picture attached. Mom was on her hands and knees, her ass facing the mirror as she snapped the picture over her shoulder. Craig's hand moved faster on his cock as he took in his mother's perfect ass and her pink slit framed beneath it between her thighs.

My mother , my sweet loving mother , the one with mistake and walks with so much grace , aria and perfection , the same mothers that loved me but the moment I tell her the things I go through she turns her back at me and Belive’s her husband . I’m going to make you pay , when I capture you and your husband , I will skin you alive , I will make sure you beg for death at my next but you are not going to get it I promise you . It’s okay to be afraid mother , tell your husband , you should be , buy remember my sweet loving mother , whatever monster I become you are the genesis of it

“If I keep giving you alpha commands, it might damage your wolf. Make him worse.” “Worse?!” I bark. “You don’t think he’s already a problem?” My fingers twitch, stretch. Bones lengthen. Joints shift. My hands are halfway gone. The pain is familiar now, but it still fucking hurts. “Dad, I can’t stop it. Please!” I scream. My teeth are sharpening, slicing the inside of my cheek. I taste blood. I wish Gael or Devin were here. Someone who could calm me down with a gift. Mom and Dad are trying, but it’s not enough.