Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

River sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance and disdain. Riley felt her blood boil at his callous words, her hand clenching into a fist in anger. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room. The sting of her palm against his cheek felt satisfying, a small act of defiance against his disrespect.

Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile. I fought back a shudder as his fist slammed me in the face. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. He charged at me, and I jumped up only to have him take me down again. He was on top of me. He lifted his fist to hit me, but I got an idea. They said there were no rules…

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

And when you enjoy the company's support while stabbing it in the back, you've lost every right to be forgiven. She jolted in her seat, almost sliding off her chair. I turned my eyes back to Keira, my tone tinged with mockery. "As for abusing power? No, I'm simply using the law to defend my rights, just as you tried to use public opinion to defend your so-called rights. We're playing by the same rules." "No, we're not!" a young mom suddenly shouted, breaking down in sobs. She rushed from her seat, trying to run to the front, but was held back firmly by those beside her.

Next comes the very sharp, powerful echo of a slap that makes me flinch. "Is he slapping her?" My blood boils. I clench my fist tightly. Then comes the breaking of glass. Okay, that’s it.

Slap. The sound of her slap reverberated through the air as her small hand connected with his cheek, causing his face to jerk to the side. "Don't you dare say a word against my dad! He would never do something like that, don't blame him for your mother's condition," she shouted, her voice filled with unwavering determination. Her chest heaved up and down aa she tried told catch her breaths. Her palm sting with the impact of the slap. He stared at her in utter disbelief, their eyes locked in a tumultuous battle of conflicting emotions.

Smack! Without a single microsecond of warning, Mirelle’s hand snaps across the air, landing a forceful, brutal slap straight against her own son's jaw. Tahlia stands completely stunned, his boots stumbling backward into the hearth screen as a sudden, blinding flare of physical pain attacks his skull. The impact was so incredibly forceful that bright stars instantly dance across his vision, his entire left cheek promptly turning numb under the blow. He reaches his shaking fingers out to caress his skin, his tracker nose sniffing the iron scent of blood as he realizes the expensive new dental crown his father's gold just paid for has cracked completely inside his gums. Staring at Mirelle with

Just then, Wilbur threw a punch at Saber without hesitation. The punch contained Dragon Power, spiritual energy, and thunder energy, resulting in a spiritual fist that let out the howl of a dragon as it hurtled through the air in Saber's direction. Saber's expression darkened upon hearing the dragon's howl and sensing the power of the attack. He raised both hands, and all ten of his fingers vibrated at top speed. The ten black lines slashed through the air like razor-sharp blades, colliding against Wilbur's punch.

Slap to my hip, then my back, marking me as his. 'Harder, Father,' I moaned, meeting his slams. 'Punish this sinful cunt with your holy dick.' He obliged, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit. His hand snaked around, fingers rubbing my nub furiously, while the other slapped my ass in time with his thrusts—whack, thrust, whack.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.