Punch Characters Novels & Stories

(punch) “ALL YOU DID WAS BREAK MY HEART DAY IN AND DAY OUT AND IF THAT WAS NOT FUCKING ENOUGH YOU CALLED ME A WHORE EVERY NOW AND THEN WHEN YOU KNEW HOW FUCKING MUCH IT HURT ME EACH AND EVERY BLOODY TIME !!!” (punch) “I (punch) FUCKING (punch) HATE (punch) YOU (punch) SO (punch) MUCH, (punch) JAX (punch) STONE ! JUST (punch) DIE (punch) ALREADY (punch) AND (punch) ROT (punch) IN (punch) FUCKING (punch) HELL (PUNCH !),” I screamed and punched him real hard in the end.

The punch was so strong that it dented the iron helmet and flung it away from his head. “You what?....you think I’m just gonna wait for you?..…UUAARRGGHH!!!…....”. (Lucas) “MOY HEAND!!!!!..AAAARRRRHHHH!!…”. (Mog’Ull)

"YOU! DISGUSTING!! PIG!" I said, punching his face hard, over and over again. "MOTHERFUCKER!!" *punch "I!" *punch "WILL!" *punch "FUCKING!!" *punch "KILL YOU!!!" *punch. I said punching him over and over and over again. I can see blood gushing out of his face but I don't care... This disgusting motherfucker... I can feel my fist is aching because of im punching his face hard, nonstop. I can feel his body getting limp because of my hard blows fist rapidly on his face.

Hyde grumbles and I lean back before I punch the sofa scatter cushion. Fuck!

If anything happens to them we get punished…those pampered princesses. I came through another man's shadow, but he noticed me. I grabbed the tip of his gun, pushing it up and then punching him dead in the throat. I am not sure why, but the throat seems to be my favorite place to punch. Maybe it's the feel of hitting an Adam's apple hard enough to break beneath my fist. The man spit up blood and I punched him in the throat again. This time I crushed his windpipe. I watched him choke on his blood, slowly dying beneath me.

asked Gerald rather casually after observing that middle-aged man’s attack. Thunderclap Punch was a constantly changing attack that was also the most powerful tactic in the Church of the Holy Star. With that said, Gerald honestly hadn’t anticipated that the person now before him could actually perform such a strong attack. “Humph! So even a b*stard like you recognizes the Thunderclap Punch! Regardless, how dare you disrespect Young Master Quartermain like that! Due to your actions, don’t blame me for vanquishing you!” snorted the middle-aged man as he narrowed his cold, murderous eyes.

It was really frightening! The enormous pressure that spread out seemed to be able to shatter the surrounding air! "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" In that instant! The cavalry of Khan Clan, Typhoon, Spout Khan, Linus Starr, and other masters were all sent flying by this punch. Everyone couldn't help but spit out a huge cloud of blood that dyed their chests red.... The power of a punch! It was beyond everyone's expectations that all the Agility experts were seriously injured! Their eyes were filled with deep unwillingness and anger!

It took us months to get used to being on our own out here. “You sure?” “No man or beast would make a sound if they wanted to stalk their prey. They’re probably starting to return. You know — after they ran away from Sam’s earthquake punches.” I got nothing to say. I’d been trying to keep myself from getting hurt. “I called them the Nukeout Punch.” Brock punched the ground. “Bam!” Then he shot his hands in the air and motioned like a bomb being exploded. “Boom!” Alex gave him a deadpan stare. “Please don’t do that again, ever.”

Dad’s hands gripped the doorframe. “Ray… Bella…” He lay face down on the floor with his head banging against the floorboards. Another police officer walked over and grabbed his arm. “Sir, please control yourself. Do not interfere with the scene.” Dad shook the officer off. He stood up and turned toward my mother, lunging at her. He raised his arm and slapped Mom across the face. A sharp crack echoed through the living room. Her head lolled to one side and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Punch. Jab. Kick. Kick. Punch. Jab. Satisfying sounds of bones breaking and snapping soon greet us as Antonio, Lucia, Vincenzo and I use soft fleshy bodies for our own personal fun. Punch. Punch. Jab. Kick. Kick. Punch. The scene before each of us satisfying. Four bodies, four human punching bags all neatly tied up, each one of them hanging upside down before us. Blood dripping all over the cement ground as we each continue to land blow after blow against our targets.