One Punch Man Fanfic Novels & Stories

She satisfied her goal, turned to leave, with a dazzling smile on her lips, Tomorrow's newspaper will definitely have hot news, "ha ha ha" she laughed like crazy, laughter echoed through the corridor. She didn't notice that there was a murderous look in her eyes. The man in the room took off most of Orly Lazy's clothes and was about to rape her when... "Oh my god, it hit me" he was punched and turned, lost two teeth, blood flowed from his mouth profusely. "Dog, dare to hit your father." He stood up and was about to do a few punches when the other man punched him on the spot.

, I smiled at her. “Oh! Thank you so much, Oliver. You are generous”, She exclaimed with happiness. “Just a minute.”, She said and ran outside the room. After a few seconds, she came inside holding her boyfriend’s wrist. I looked at her boyfriend carefully. He looked like HULK in human form then how the hell a fragile figure could through him across the kitchen just by her punch? . . . #TBC

the silver-toothed one shouts, charging at him. But Mr. Chane moves faster. He dodges his punch and kicks him hard in the back. The man falls flat. Mr. Chane grabs him and starts punching his face again and again. “Don’t—” Punch! “Ever—” Punch! “Touch a woman—” Punch! “Forcefully—” Punch! “Without her consent!” Punch! The man collapses, his head lolling to the side of the road, but he's not dead. He attempts to keep his bloodied eyes open, but fails as he continues to spit out blood. Mr. Chane pushes him aside.

And before the man know what my plan is, I pulled his collar and give him a kiss on his forehead which I never plan from the beginning. He struggles but I never let him escape in my arms. When I see his eyes turned normal and the red disappear, I withdraw myself and without warning, I punched him hard. "Oh goodness sake, I'm sorry. Sleep well and open your eyes later." I said while I teleported him with the safe area. The man fainted with my critical hit.

This is a puppet within a shell of Justin. His punches are becoming sloppy. I let him deliver two or three more hits and then I see my opening. I punch him square in the jaw. His head snaps to the side and before he can regain his senses, I punch him again and again. He falls off me and hits the ground. I pin him down and wrap my hands around his throat. I squeeze tighter and tighter as I feel the fragile muscles within his next straining for reprieve. He won’t find any. Justin POV

They were simply standing on their spots with their eyes wide open while Penelope was trying to bite and rip me apart. But I did not let her do what she really wants to happen. So, I put enough strength into my fist and punched her straight in the face. Aiden and Conrad's jaws dropped to the ground as they could barely believe I could do such a thing to the one I love - my mate. I know I gave all my strength in that one punch. Hard enough Penelope stumbled to the ground and lost her consciousness. "Don't give me that kind of look, Aiden, Conrad," I uttered as I removed from the ground, trying to stand still. "That's my plan B. And it worked somehow."

But what I knew was that I was going to beat this sucker black and blue if he kept touching Bianca the way that he did now. "Make me," he said boldly and moved his hand to Bianca's tittie, daring me. That's it, I screamed in my head and in the twinkle of an eye, I gave him a hard punch on his face. He collapsed on his back. He wasn't even up to the task yet he couldn't stop running his mouth. I was ready to beat the living daylight out of him. He was lucky he fainted from that single punch else I would have sent him six feet underground.

Completely frozen. He is now walking towards me and his shoulder length light brown hair is dancing to a rhythm that makes me want to run my fingers through his hair. "Mate!" He growls just like my wolf did earlier. And the next moment his eyes landed on Dorian who is still standing beside me, trying to understand the situation. But before anyone had the opportunity to react, the guy punched Dorian straight in the face. Venus shrieked before jumping in and pushing the man away from Dorian and I.

An uppercut toss him meters away. His tooth forcefully depart his tooth. He bleed and groan non stop. I leap with a massive punch directly to his chest. It burys him deeper into the ground. He also forcefully puke black coloured blood. But I care less. I roam his pretty face with numerous punches. My every punch highly disfigures him. He scream non stop and continually battles survival. I finally stop. I stare distained at his disfigured face. He gasp for slow arriving breath. I aim another punch.

It’s not over till it's over. I walk unsteadily over to Whiro and straddle his chest. He goes to throw a punch, so I grab his hand and apply as much pressure as I can to where his fingers used to be. He screams, temporarily distracted by the pain, and I take the chance to land repeated punches to his face. These punches don’t hold even a fraction of the force my punches usually hold. For all I know, to him, they just feel like a love tap and I’m wasting my time, but when I see the signs of blood seeping from under the balaclava I know I’ve at least done some damage.