Pounding Novels & Stories

Lifting the covers up above my head, I closed my eyes. Just a couple more hours. I jerked awake, startled. My heart beats a mile a minute. Harsh thuds reverberate through the house. Or at least that's what it feels like to me. My head was beginning to pound as the sound of banging reached my ears. What is happening?

PENELOPE'S POV~ "One... Two... Three!" I shouted, my fists slamming into the punching bag with a ferocity that mirrored the torrent of emotions raging within me. Sweat poured down my face, and my muscles burned with exertion, but I continued to channel my inner turmoil into each powerful strike. The leather bag swayed violently with each impact, the force of my punches sending shockwaves through the air. The rapid rhythm of my fists pounding against the bag echoed through the room, a testament to my unwavering determination.

I shook my hands in frustration, the crying relentless and overwhelming, refusing to be silenced. “Hey, Anastasia, can you open the door?” Hugo’s voice came through muffled but persistent, knocking and shaking the door handle. The relentless click-click of the frame grated on my nerves, mingling with the loud banging of the metal bolts. Every sound felt like an assault on my already frazzled senses.

He charged at his quarry and threw forth another punch with the speed and intensity of a lightning bolt. Thunderous groans rumbled through the air. "So be it!" Ding Hao shouted in response. There was a sudden roar of a thunderclap, and he struck forth with his palm in retaliation. Boom! Boom!!! In the blink of an eye, a series of deafening bangs caused by the clashing blows rolled through the air from within the ring.

he taunted, throwing another devastating punch. Boom, boom, boom! This punch resembled a torrential flood, overwhelming and terrifying. Renee was left utterly stunned as she watched. She could see that Adrian’s strike seemed to emit sparks upon impact as if his fist were starting flames in the air.

The pounding shook my door like a war drum. At first, I froze, pulse hammering in my throat. Nobody ever came here. Not without warning. The sound reverberated through the small apartment, echoing against the thin walls, until I felt it in my chest. The knocking was loud, urgent, rattling the thin wood on its hinges. Again, harder. BANG.

Atlas My fists pounded the punching bag with rhythmic fury, each strike sending dull vibrations up my forearms. The empty gym echoed with the sound of leather meeting skin, heavy and unrelenting. Sweat rolled down my back, soaking through my grey tank. My wolf, Echo, snarled inside me, a restless growl vibrating beneath my ribs, refusing to settle no matter how many times I exhaled to calm him.

​I paced the small confines of Mary’s room, a frantic animal in a cage barely larger than its own panic. My bare feet barely made a sound on the floor, but the thump of my heart was a deafening, internal roar. I held the new phone pressed tightly to my ear, its cold, smooth surface feeling like the anchor to sanity. I paced the room anxiously, expecting the call to be picked up any second. The ringing tone didn't just sound; it struck—a sharp, invasive blow that made my head bang harder against my skull this time. The pain was immediate and insistent, a rhythmic hammering that focused right behind my eyes.

One Last Time: The Ex Who Fucked Her Raw I was half asleep when the banging started. Three hard knocks, then a pause, then three more. The kind of pounding that says the person on the other side is not going away until you open up. My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that rhythm. It was him.

The memory ignited something deep within me, a fury so consuming that it drowned out any sense of restraint. I brought the hammer down with force on his left kneecap. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the room, followed by his piercing screams. They were loud, desperate cries of agony, but they didn't stop me. I lifted the hammer again, slamming it down with even more force. The kneecap shattered completely under the repeated blows, fragments of bone pushing through torn flesh. Blood splattered everywhere, but I didn't care.