Muichiros Punishment Novels & Stories

I flinch, helpless. "Prepare yourself, slut," Mich taunts, his voice dripping with a sadistic pleasure. "Tomorrow, I'll claim you, body and soul. My mark will be the only pretty thing on your skin by the time I'm done." I shake my head, defiance flickering despite my agony. "N-no..." Mich's laughter cuts through my protest. “No one will save you. Even Alpha Xzen won't recognize you when I'm done." Then with one final, evil glance, Mich turns and exits the dungeon, leaving me broken and terrified.

"Yes, he is. But there's more. He punished Amelia for locking you inside the cool room." April's eyes widened. "He punished her?" "Yes," Jessica continued. "He gave her 500 strokes of the cane and ordered her to be starved for seven days. Mikhail supervised the punishment himself." April shuddered at the thought. "I don’t know how to feel about that." Jessica sighed. "It's a harsh world we live in, April. And speaking of harsh, I heard Mikhail burned a spy alive. It was brutal." April closed her eyes, trying to block out the images forming in her mind. "Why is everything so violent here?"

“A life you should have thought about when you childishly decided to cause harm to people by your actions. Did you really think you’d walk away from this with a slap on the hand and a warning? Well, here’s your reality check and I’m going to cash it as I write it; ‘Misha David Michaels, you are hereby and forever stripped of your ability to mate. You are sentenced to a lifetime as a Veil Warden. You will report to the Veil Warden Academy before this day’s festivities begin. Anyone eligible to be your mate has already verbally rejected you. You are alone. May others learn from your story, because that’s all you are now, a memory.’”

"Thirteen lashes." Carina pretended to plead for me. "Vittorio, let it go, don't hurt Aurelia..." A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Thirteen lashes. The Falcone family's signature punishment. Reserved for traitors and rats. He was really going to do this to me. I straightened my back and met his gaze, my head held high. "Vittorio. You lay one hand on me, and you will spend the rest of your life regretting it."

Here, I knew exactly who I was. "We found everything, boss," Dario reported, walking beside me between the crates. "The whole shipment. And one of Marcone's men." The man was on his knees in the middle of the warehouse, hands tied behind his back, face swollen. My men surrounded him in silence. I took off my jacket and handed it to Dario. Then I rolled up my sleeves, slowly, the way I did every morning before reading contracts. "What's your name?" I asked, stopping in front of him.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Aria’s POV A collective gasp swept through the courtroom. I looked at Silas, who appeared just as startled as I felt. I had never heard of that punishment before. Elder Marcus seemed to anticipate the questions rising among the gathered pack members. "The Moonshroud Torment is an ancient punishment reserved for those whose crimes are considered too grave for an ordinary execution, yet whose lives cannot be spared without dishonoring the victims they have wronged." His voice was grave as he continued.

“You shot Divine within these lands, or so she claims. We are also here to hear your side, clearly and fully, so we can decide who is truly at fault.” I leaned back slightly and looked straight at him. “The floor is yours,” I said, my eyes locked on Marco. “What’s the punishment?” Lord Marco asked. “That’s the first thing you have to say?” I asked him. “It will help me decide my next step,” he replied. I took a deep breath. “Ordinarily, if you were a guard, you would not be allowed to march for five full moons. You would spend that time making atonement to the moon goddess,” I said calmly. “But this is not your case. Because of that, the punishment will be more lenient.”

“Alpha, please—” “Silence.” His voice was quiet, but it stopped her at once. “Your punishment has been decided. Do not make me repeat myself.” Knox gestured to Delta Zuma. “Carry it out.” Zuma stepped forward. Garlo guided Muna to the punishment post, where she was secured for the sentence. The warriors watched in silence as the thirty lashes were administered. Muna endured the punishment with her head bowed, struggling to remain standing as the pain grew. Not one warrior spoke.

His slender fingers grabbed my chin with so much force that my eyes teared up from the pain. "Don't forget that I'm the Don of the Marinos, Mia. I have many ways of making a person vanish into thin air in Micosa. Do you want to experience it?" This was the mafia's logic. It was their version of Quid Pro Quo. Once they gave a person something, they thought it would give them the right to take everything they could from the person. "You'll regret this, Ernest," I said slowly with clenched teeth. Ernest reacted as if he had just heard a joke. He let go of his grasp and instructed the bodyguards in black standing guard at the door.