Punished Book Novels & Stories

Matan kept quiet trying to digest this fact but his fists clenched at his side. “I was fourteen when I received my first punishment. My parents were helpless, it was as if they were puppets held by a string. My father was too much of a coward, he values his luxury more than he values his wife and child, I think. I wanted to stay away from my grandfather and live elsewhere but no one ever defies his orders. I learned to live with fear and did my best not to fail again but of course, luck was not on my side. Five more followed that punishment but on the last one, I did it on purpose because I thought I was grown enough to fight back. What a fool I was back then. His loyal minions shackled me a

Dinah breathed out as she squatted and picked up the book. She opened it again and turned to the other page, she saw the written penalty which was death and she saw a sentence which was written, ' Game 2. Dinah couldn't understand all that she saw, she was so confused and she wished whatever she had seen wasn't true. Jared had once told her, right there in the library, that he doesn't hurt innocent souls. Then why is Nancy an exception?

It was medium-sized and delicate, with details for the days of the week, weather, date, and more on each page. I gulped down my saliva, wondering why he gave this to me and what exactly I was supposed to do with a book. “Your punishment begins with that.” His dark eyes studied my expression and the way my fingers flickered through each page softly. I frowned slightly, confusion masking my stressed face. “My punishment is a book?” Saying it aloud sounded stupid and funny. I had expected worse. I had expected him to yell at me, to punish me in the ways I had always recognized. But him giving me a book was not what I had in mind.

She remarked bitingly, "You really do treat Caterina well, Simone. If I were your actual biological sister, I guess I could make any mistake without consequence, knowing you'd always bail me out." I furrowed my brow and said coldly, "Caterina has already spent five years being punished for her mistake. Isn't that enough, Maria? I've kept my promise to you for these five years since Caterina was the one who did you wrong and made you suffer back then.

He looked unrecognizable, yet somehow, that fire in his eyes that fucking fire remained as he refused to give up but he gave up the White Book. I saw it happen in real time, why the hell are they making me watch this? Is this a form of punishment for me? I know I deserve worse but I don't want to see him this way because of me. His jaw clenched as he spat out the code to the safe. “Three-six-four-nine-zero. You want the damn book? Go fetch it yourself, you motherfucker,” he growled through bloody teeth, he was doing all he could to endure the shit thrown at him.

The sound of Valentina's sobs echoed through the room, mingling with the ominous silence. I stood tall, my expression unyielding. "You should have thought of the consequences before you acted," I said, my voice cold and detached. The punishment would be severe, and Valentina would face the full weight of the clan's laws. I would not show mercy to those who had harmed the people I loved. Author's POV The punishment room is a place of darkness and fear, where those who have disobeyed the Don's rules are brought to face the consequences of their actions. The room is designed to be intimidating, with cold, grey walls and a sense of oppressive weight that seems to bear down on those who enter.

Mr Banks pleaded as though his life depended on it. Andrea chuckled low in his throat, both amused and dark. He enjoyed watching people beg. "I would have squandered you even before coming here. Nobody lays hands on what is mine and walks away freely, but because this is your first warning, I'll let you go freely, and you'll still own your position because I don't break promises." His voice went down. "But I'll still punish you, old man.” He examined the book in his hand. "Hold that book firmly and slap yourself twice with it, making it very loud. No cheating, because if you do, you won't find it funny."

My jaw tightened. Clara reached for the ledger before I could stop her. Her fingers stilled as she flipped through the pages, gray eyes darkening with every line she read. Names. Dates. Punishments passed without witness. Food rations reduced for “disobedience.” Children reassigned to dens that never wanted them. She inhaled sharply and closed the book. “These don’t get burned,” she said quietly. The beta hesitated. “They… implicate elders. Entire lines.” “Good,” she replied, lifting her gaze. “Then they will finally answer for it.”

My cheeks flushed, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the electric current of our unspoken passion crackled between us. “You’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl,” Ray continued, his tone deliberate, almost clinical, yet laced with a promise that made my stomach flip. “And you deserve to be punished. I’ll have to punish you for hurting my feelings.” His words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Punishment. The word sent a jolt of anticipation through me, mingling with the guilt I felt for whatever I had done to wound him. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thought of what his punishment might entail both terrified and excited me.

The poor girls broke my heart, I had to admit that and despite wanting nothing more than to set them free, sending them back to their families; I knew that it was almost impossible. “I want neither one of you slacking. Otherwise, I will be sure that you’re all punished, and believe me, you don’t want to deal with my punishments” I snapped glaring at the women who didn’t pay attention. Their eyes avoided my own as they went back to scrubbing the floors, windows, or dusting the shelves “next up, I want these books dusted. Each group would be organized by the author and alphabet. One mistake and there would be no supper for any of you. Therefore, be sure to get everything done properly”