One Punch Man Reaction Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

(Nikita's P.O.V.) "Don't hesitate. PUNCH!" "B—But..." "One more 'but' from you, and I'll find a new partner to pair with." My threat made Manuel put his hands into position. He threw a punch. I swiftly dodge his attack, locking his hand in my arm, and using my kick to limp his leg. He collapsed on the ground, knees first. I hurriedly moved my hand to his head. "A—Arghh!" he whimpered.

I smirked because I faced worse people than him. The bell rang, he gave the first punch but I ducked and headed to punch his abdomen which made him fly back. He gained his balance and retaliated against me by punching the right side of my abdomen which made me cough and spit blood. I regained my strength and I examined his moves while taking minor hits on my abdomen.

, 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

I stumble backward, nearly knocking over the guy behind me, one hand on my face, completely stunned. And just like that, everything goes dark for a split second. Damn. Did she really just- "Did you just fucking punch me?!"

Now, even those who weren’t initially watching, started watching. I kneeled down to kick the man again, only this time he avoided me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, forcing me to my feet. My eyes widened as I felt him raise me in the air as he lifted me. I took a deep breath before putting my hands on his arms, and forcing myself out of his grip. His eyes widened in surprise as I turned to face him before punching him in his cheek. He put his hand on his right cheek where my punch came, and I frowned when I realized that its force had made his cheek redden. He looked at his hand, checking for blood before he smirked. “Well, it turns out that our little Luna can fend for herself aft

Falcone smirked. “Please……please we are e…e…extremely sorry. We don’t know if she is your Girlfriend….” Falcone punched the first one hard and her front teeth were on floor like maize “That Bitch is only my prey and you dared to mess with my prey!” They both cried when he punched both hard on their noses till they were half conscious and Falcone’s whole shirt was bloodied.

Just maybe. Trying to look tough might get me murdered. I swallow quickly and nod. A lot. Like a bobblehead doll. His grip loosens. "Good girl." He shoves me forward. Hard. My foot catches on something. The ground rushes up. BAM. I hit the ground. Pain explodes through my palm. A sharp stone slices my hand, and a small scream slips out before I can stop it. "Aah!" My eyes squeeze shut. But the man? Doesn't even react.

he growls. “So I’ve heard, you wanna know what else is bigger? I promise you’ll remember me, even when you try to sit down tomorrow.” I say as I grind my semi against his thigh. Okay that was totally unexpected. You know what’s more unexpected? his reaction—the way his eyes turn glassy and he shivers, so slightly, I’m sure I’m the only one who catches it. Then the glassy look in his eyes instantly shifts to something like fear, then anger and then disgust—his mouth twists with it. Then he punches me. A brutal fist to the side of my face and everything tilts for a second. Pain bursts across my cheek, my head whips sideways and the whole room jolts with it.

Obviously, one of them wearing a white loose t-shirt man has a short temper so without hesitation, after cursing me, he rushed at me to punch me. He was about to punch me but I abruptly avoided him. "My turn.." I said and I give him a punch in his face and at his stomach. His eyes widened at what I said and I scolded him after I punched him. He was already in pain as he held his stomach and he was obviously also squirming because after I punched him. "The hell! Darn you!" until I was attacked by two idiots who were with that man who received my first punch. I dodged the punch from that one guy and I also punched him in the face which he retreated.

I dodge, just as a fist slices past me. Achilles hums approvingly. “Better.” I steady myself. My heart pounds, but this time, I don’t let it control me. Another shift—right. I duck. I don’t think. I react. My fist flies forward, and I feel it—a solid connection. A grunt. I hit him. I rip the blindfold off, breathless, my pulse roaring in my ears. Achilles is rubbing his chest where my punch landed, his lips curling into an amused smirk.