Rape Gore Novels & Stories

shrieked Carrotini, her wild orange braids blazing like fire, as she hurled herself at a shadow-giant and headbutted it in the shin hard enough to make it cry out in demonic soprano. The general blinked. For the first time, visibly confused. “…Vegetables?” “Vegetable warriors,” I corrected, standing as the green glow of the earth surged up my legs, into my chest, filling me with the strength of life itself. “Each one blessed by the Old Grove. And armed with sass, starch, and a taste for vengeance.” Greg held up a spud-sized grenade made of compacted soil and glowing roots. “This baby’s been marinating in worm spit and fairy glitter. Let’s see how you handle that, tin can.”

Then standing right in front of my watchful eyes, he takes his apron off, exposing his bulging fly that gets accentuated by his gray sweatpants, and I swear to God, when that display reaches my eyes, I lost it. I cover my forehead in order to hide my eyes, and also in order to safely peek through the gaps of my fingers. I can't help but bite my lips. Gosh. How can someone be so hot! It should be a crime to be this hot. Sweat breaks on my forehead and I feel like I'm about to get palpitated. “Garlic prawns, most commonly known in Italy as Gamberi Alla Busara,” he says in the native accent imitation. He leans over, dangerously close to me.

Anna skillfully unwraps the elastic to tie the sauce bag, then she pours the sauce over the noodles and mixes them, but isn’t this the Mie Goreng at the store that Bunny took Brandon to? “Aaaa, what is this noodle?” Anna had just finished mixing the noodles and sauce, and beside her appeared Vivia. Not only spaghetti but just noodles, Vivia can eat it. Smelling the wonderful scent of Mie Goreng noodles, Vivia lifted the plastic bowl to her nose and smelled it. Like a worm when it finds a fat worm. “Mie Goreng, have you heard of this name?” Anna replied. “Erm… can I have a bite, please?” Vivia shook Anna’s arm. She looked at Anna with expectant eyes.

I gave a bitter smile and took off my jacket, handing it to her. Finn didn't even glance at me as he shielded Elena and left. Seconds later, the protesters realized they’d been duped. They stormed in. "That's not Elena! She's a fake!" The angry crowd surrounded me. Someone yanked my hair. Someone else threw hot coffee. I felt a boot slam into my ribs. My body curled in on itself, trying to shield what I could. It wasn’t until someone shouted “Cops are coming!” that they fled, leaving me bruised and burned on the floor.

“Not every round food in Colombia is arepa, Zane.” He rested his chin on his palm. “Okay, so what is it?” I sighed. “It’s calenta’o. You fry last night’s rice with meat and black beans. Emergency dish. But it’s legit.” “And it smells... distracting.” I shot him a look. “You’re never focused, even without smells involved.” He laughed, that mischievous grin spreading, and I should’ve been immune by now. But my cheeks still felt warm. I cracked an egg over the stir-fry and lowered the heat. “Don’t come too close,” I muttered, waving a hand when he leaned in. “You’re disturbing my aura.”

He spat it out violently, gulped water like crazy, rolled his eyes, and shouted, “Holy crap! What is this thing? Are you trying to kill me?! It’s so damn spicy! And what do you mean ‘just a little salty’? How much salt did you dump in here?!” Chugging down a huge glass of water, Rael's face was bright red. He slumped in his chair, voice hoarse, “Excuse me, but are we eating Pozole Rojo tonight or… crap? If I’m guilty of something, punish me by law, not by making me eat this!” Raina: “…" Was her cooking really that scary? But Leif just ate it like it was nothing! Just then, Gale quietly grabbed something from the pot, trying to be brave enough to eat it. Raina hurried, “Gale, wait… don’t eat

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

"You should try this one." "Which one?" I observed Rena's style of enjoying klepon, the chewy green rice-flour rounds studded with grated coconut that entered her mouth, then puffed up her cheeks. Rena picked one up, almost fed it to me and signaled me to open my mouth. That's not what I wanted. "This?" I carried Rena to my lap and rubbed my nose against the base of her neck repeatedly. "Ben! The food, not me! It's dirty!" Rena protested. She pointed the sugar liquid from the snack's squirt in front of my lips.

I said to him, rolling my lower lip between my teeth. A tiniest of smile tilted his lips sideways and he gave a nod to Gavin. Here we go! I have plans for you Mr. Billionaire. . ____ RYAN “Oh god, just fucking try it!” Rose exclaimed, her exasperation clear on her face as she held a 'Golgappa' (a crispy hollow round disks made from flour and eaten after filling spicy and sour water made of chillies and other spices) to my mouth.

I followed her and shut the door behind me. “Hey, you think Gojo likes Cheetos?” Callie asked dangling one above the water. “I don’t know,” I laughed taking it from her and shoving it in my mouth, “but I don’t want to find out.” “So what are we watching?” She looked at the TV, “Horror? Really?” “It’s just what I flipped to,” I shrugged.