Punch Out Don Flamenco Novels & Stories

He charged at Frank again—he really doubted that he would fail to pierce Frank's defenses even as he stood there, allowing him to beat him up all he wanted! That was most certainly humiliating in front of so many people! Pow! There was a dull thud as Dono put even more strength into his punch, even buffing his right arm with all the vigor it had, but nothing changed. In fact, he screamed as his burly form was sent flying five meters into the air before slamming loudly on the floor with a loud bang. It was not just his arms now—most of the bones in his body were shattered, and his ribs especially snapped from the recoil.

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

I missed you, so I wanted to give you a surprise! I wore a mask and remained kneeling just a few feet away from them, not daring to move or speak. I merely stared at the diamonds encrusting Maria's high heels, shimmering so brightly that my bloodshot eyes throbbed with pain. I knew that a single diamond from her shoe was worth enough to cover a year's worth of the imported medicine Simone needed. Carmelo said softly, "I'm so sorry, sir—this clumsy idiot just smashed your bottle of wine."

I couldn’t grasp a thing. Bella never once looked up. She stood there quietly and endured the beating. After a dozen or so strikes, Mom finally stopped. Panting heavily, she threw the rod aside. “Is that enough for you? Happy now?” Bella was still silent, though she trembled all over in pain, with not a single utterance of a cry. My heart ached so much I wept, calling out to her to no avail. She couldn’t hear me. Having vented her anger, Mom slammed the door and left the house.

Luckily, the Don is in a good mood when looking at his cute face. He puts his hand on his shoulder as the other hand follows with a little grip. “You’re always blatant. I hate it,” he mutters with his eyes glaring at him so cold. “You’re reasons and questions are futile. I’m the one deciding between us now—“ Denver cannot take and contain his patience anymore longer. He throws a punch on his face—making the Don look at the other direction. His jaw tightens in his feeling of amenable truth about his sudden action.

Fernandez immediately defended himself… Damian undid a few buttons of his shirt as he walked towards them and Fernandez took this as an opportunity to leave but of course Damian wasn't gonna let him leave after What he'd done… The bald man fell to the ground when Damian punched him… his lips broke in the process and while trying to get back on his feet, Damian suddenly pinned him to the ground and began punching him repeatedly… “How dare you lay your hands on my wife!?” Damian was like a lunatic as he kept punching the life outta the bald until his entire face was covered in blood.. Fernandez was barely unrecognizable when Damian was done with him..he looked like he was gonna die… “ You wort

Fernandez immediately defended himself… Damian undid a few buttons of his shirt as he walked towards them and Fernandez took this as an opportunity to leave but of course Damian wasn't gonna let him leave after What he'd done… The bald man fell to the ground when Damian punched him… his lips broke in the process and while trying to get back on his feet, Damian suddenly pinned him to the ground and began punching him repeatedly… “How dare you lay your hands on my wife!?” Damian was like a lunatic as he kept punching the life outta the bald until his entire face was covered in blood.. Fernandez was barely unrecognizable when Damian was done with him..he looked like he was gonna die… “ You wort

The burly man frowned slightly but quickly launched a punch. Boom! Their fists collided in midair, and the resulting shockwave reverberated with a thunderous sound! Eldon seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's left rib with his palm. He then felt as if he had slapped a steel plate and the impact left his hand numb. The opponent sneered disdainfully and immediately launched a counterattack. Boom! A punch struck Eldon squarely in the chest, the force piercing through his back, leaving a circular tear in his outer garment.

Doflamingo glared even harder as he threatened, “You know what, I don’t believe you in the slightest! All your false bravado! Well, if you’re so unafraid to die, I dare you to detonate the bomb right now! As if you have the guts!” Bang! Before Doflamingo could even finish his sentence, he was dealt with a heavy slap. The crisp sound of his face getting smacked echoed throughout the hall. Doflamingo stumbled and fell to the ground, his face filled with shock. The other family members stared at him, dumbfounded. This was because it was Bellamy, the Donquite family’s master, who had slapped him. Bellamy’s face had darkened tremendously. “Grandpa, why did you slap me?” Doflamingo lamented as he

My family is the most harmonious one around because we're a blended family. Both my parents treat their children and stepchildren "equally". When money goes missing at home, my mother, Jessica Evans, always slaps me without even thinking of suspecting my older sister, Susan Chase. After meals, my father, Damian Chase, allows my older brother, James Chase, to rest. However, he threatens to take away my meal privileges if I don't wash the dishes. Even after they get into arguments, I always end up the sole outlet for their frustrations. Unsurprisingly, my mental state deteriorates. When Mom discovers the scarring on my arms, she looks at me with disgust. "You're too young to be acting de