Rob Slap Battles Novels & Stories

Like you said, ‘I will teach you a lesson to never step to me again. Sabrina gets to her feet and tries slapping me across the face but a catch her hand at the right moment like I did the last time. ‘’Not today, bitch.’’ I punch her in the face. She stumbles back and falls over the same plank I tripped over.

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.

I replied. "Let's get started," Rob said. "Since you're so eager, why don't you start. Here's your dice." I handed him the client's set, and I handed the slave set to Slut. "You can roll the dice here, or go to the next station and roll there," I said. "I'm definitely rolling at every station but Ron's," Rob said. "Slut, roll your dice," I said. She did and it said Touch Chest for three minutes.

By then, Jack had already reached over and grabbed Slate’s shirt, scrunching the area near his collar into a ball, his fist cocked. Not being one to wait to be punched in the face, Slate took a swing. Jack was too quick and ducked out of the way, throwing a right hook as he did so, which connected with Slate’s ribcage. The Nichtwolf grunted but broke free of Jack’s grip, coming at him again.

However, Stan was only further infuriated by his sister's reminder. No longer holding back, he poised himself to go all out and attacked—his Boltsmacker was ferocious, and one could feel a gust in the air with each strike he unleashed! Frank, however, remained nonchalant as he lightly parried Stan's blow. "Shit…" Stan's face fell. He quickly unleashed all seven styles and sixty-three strikes of his technique. And yet, Frank did not even react as he kept meeting every blow until the very last.

No matter how many slaps I get, I’m going to keep talking until I get my fucking point across! Something hot and raging lifted my chin, then a new strength, the form of tenacity, slammed into my chest, and a fierce resistance shot to my eyes. The two dirty faces of menace turned surprise, then confused, and then fearful. ‘She’s glaring like a proud bitch!’ Rogue two grunted and slapped his palm across my eyes—-my thighs were finally spread wide—-. ‘We’ll make you scream your regrets!’ PHWOOP! You’re the one who’ll scream your balls out, asshole.

“Feeling dumb yet, you piece of thrash? Nobody dares talk back to me so it’s high time I teach you a harsh lesson to make you fear me!” Harvey blew hot steam onto his hands and rubbed them together before stretching his arms. Immediately after that, he angrily yelled, “I’m going to beat you to a pulp!” With that, Harvey swung a ferocious punch directly at Adrian’s face. Yet, Adrian ended up giving him a slap across the face before his punch even connected, causing a resounding “smack!” A huge round of applause shortly followed the crowd’s shock. Harvey groaned in pain and almost lost his footing from that single slap.

"Haha! So what if you're quicker than anyone? So what if your greatsword can destroy the world?! Can you kill me when I have this Noble-grade armor?!" "Heh," Caleb chuckled in cool contempt. "Look at you, getting all smug because you have a roach's carapace. I'll break you all the same!" As he finished, he abruptly burst forward again, leaping on top of Ches in an instant! "Overlord Slash!" "Cyclone Roar!" With a low cry, they both traded blows again. Bang! As the violent forces collided, it was Caleb who was sent flying this time. While everyone gaped, someone soon noticed what was going on.