Rob Slap Battles Novels & Stories

"It was my fault. I was the one who—" Everyone gasped as my hand flew to the side of my cheek. Rebecca had slapped me. "Interrupt me or anyone I am talking to again, and I'll rip your throat out." I felt rage building up inside of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I cleaned the blood that streamed down the corner of my busted lip as I flashed her a bitter smile. "Understood, Ma'am," I muttered. She took a few steps backward, turning her back to me and Lisa. "Like I said, you'll be practicing all that I have taught you—I'm talking full combat, and no holding back. I need to know everyone's strengths. So, pick a sparing partner."

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing? You’re not playing against my team.” “I know. But I'm just doing what most of the teams had been doing ever since the beginning. Decreasing competition.” He laughs manically. Svetlana brings herself up on her feet as the man docks down and passes through the laser beam. He then charges towards her, throwing a punch in her face with his left fist but she dodged it. He uses his other fist to punch her gut and she was quick enough to block it.

A smirk curves on his face. Rylan doesn’t wait. He advances with calculated precision—left jab, right hook, a spinning back kick that barely misses River’s chest. The impact of their movements echoes across the clearing. Gasps erupt from the crowd as River barely ducks in time. River retaliates with a powerful downward strike, slamming his fist into Rylan’s shoulder before sweeping his leg low. Rylan loses his balance for a split second but rolls smoothly across the platform and springs back to his feet like a predator refusing to fall.

I hate when they do that. 'My lil ho think she's all that in her leather dress and high boots?' SLAP 'My lil ho think she's gonna run the show?' SLAP 'Do you think you're better than me, bitch?' SLAP 'How 'bout I fuck that sweet lil ass for you, cunt? Huh?' SLAP SLAP The look of shock on his face when I pushed him easily off me was priceless, but the look of horror that followed when I ripped my wrists apart turned me on... badly.

How the hell am I going to continue fighting? ‘There's no way for me to fight back at all!’ He wanted to make a defensive move, but David's soft palm immediately made contact with his chest. Top combat skill: Air Crushing Slap! This immediately shattered all of the black-robed man’s internal organs. Then, David grabbed the man’s tail and returned to his original location.

Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights. “Shit,” I muttered, flicking the cigarette in my hand away. Smoke burst out of the club yelling “Who just came here?” But before I could answer, they were already in the yard, swinging chains and bats. shouting and doing what they knew how to do best. Causing havoc. Before I could think, I jumped in the middle of it, grabbing one off Smoke and shoving him back. Another came swinging and I ducked and hit hard. I felt his jaw crack.

The battle for gaming supremacy had begun, and only time would tell who'd reign supreme. The arena pulsed with tension as vampires clashed with the pack, their gaming skills on full display. The first match began: Blaze versus Viktor. Blaze's fingers danced across his controller, executing flawless combos. Viktor snarled, fangs bared, but Blaze remained focused. A perfectly timed counterattack sealed Viktor's fate. The crowd erupted as Blaze took the first win. Valoric's eyes narrowed. "Lucky strike." Sabine's gaze flicked to Viktor. "Recover, brother." The vampires regrouped, determination burning. My boys and I cheered for my mates and their fathers. this was far from over but we are doing

Olena yanked the bat from Rubbie’s grip and flung it across the ground with a sharp clatter. “Hey!” Rubbie snapped, her face twisting with anger. Without thinking, she swung her palm across Olena’s cheek, the slap snapping her head to the side. For a heartbeat, silence. Then Olena slowly turned her head back, her eyes glinting. A scoff slipped past her lips. In the next instant, she shoved Rubbie backward, knocking her flat onto the floor. Olena straddled her waist, pinning her down as her hand came crashing across her face.

I sidestepped the blow easily and slapped his cheek just hard enough to make a good smack sound. The shock on his face wasn’t all that surprising to me. It faded away the moment he’d recovered his wits enough to throw another punch. He aimed for my shoulder like he was afraid to actually make contact with me. I barely had to lean to the side and it left his other cheek wide open for another slap. ‘You’re not supposed to be humiliating him,’ Dmitri growled a warning at me. ‘Well if he’d stop fighting like a damn girl,’ I growled back and added a sound punch to Caleb’s abdomen.

I snap the neck of the one in my jaw and turn around. Sable is fighting the last two solo and she is making it look easy. Not only did she get the other two off of me, but I see her fighting the other two. I jump in and grab one of the remaining rogues and crack his leg. He pulls a shift as Sable snaps the neck of the other rogue.