Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

*Slap* *Boom* A powerful sound erupted from the seemingly normal clap. It was a loud sound that shattered the nearby glass and threatened to shatter the eardrums of the young Aiden. But for some reason Aiden’s eyes remained steady, and his countenance was the same. And without seemingly showing any weakness, he burst out with great power, extending his retracted arms towards the female assassins with his fingers balled into gigantic fists. *Bang*

Power rolled through his muscles. His paw came down. Not a strike… No! A falling mountain. BOOM! The blow slammed into Riven’s shoulder with bone-rattling force. The sound echoed across the plains. Riven’s body was hurled sideways, skidding violently across the dirt. His claws ripped deep trenches into the earth as he fought to stop the momentum, soil spraying behind him in long violent streaks. For a moment it looked like the strike might have broken him. But the gray wolf was already moving.

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.

Finding entertainment at my expense? I roared into the night air. The sound tore out of me, raw and animalistic. Each hit more aggressive than the last. Puck against boards. Stick against ice. My arm was falling apart at the joint, but I barely noticed it. The pain felt good. Grounding. It anchored me, not letting the storms of my mind blow me away into nothing. Slade knew how to smile at other people’s children. Hands on their shoulders, taking photos that flooded social media.

Nolan smacked him on the shoulder. "I'll take the prize for you." "Let's see." On time, the racing cars started moving into the starting line. The host started the countdown, and a huge explosion signaled the start of the race.

~Luna Slap. Slap. Slap. The sharp rhythm of our bodies colliding echoed off the walls, obscene and wet. His thighs met mine with every descent, every slam of my hips down onto his cock. The sound was raw,slaps of skin, gasps of breath, the slick grind of sweat against sweat. “Harder, baby,” he growled beneath me, voice like gravel dragged through fire. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as I obeyed, lifting and dropping faster, harder, riding him like I was starving for it.

This made him considerably more nauseated. Obviously, Grant felt something similar. He was sickened, however it was a physiological response. With respect to why he turned out to be hard, their hearts were all extremely safe! Chris, then again, was gazing at them from the edge of the room. "One moment is up!" Jack said. Chapman drove Grant away then convoluted and heaved. "Urgh… Urgh.." At that point, the subsequent inquiry showed up on the presentation. - Slapping: Use a steel pole to hit Chris' left and right cheek multiple times. The slapping ought not be under 60 decibels!

*BOOM* The seemingly indestructible dummy swayed once again, evidence of the power behind the strike. The little boy’s blue eyes sparkled with determination as though finally seeing an opportunity. Still maintaining his stance- which remained unbroken after the previous attack, as though bearing no rebound effects- he whipped his left leg towards the dummy, leaving his right leg with the task of maintaining his balance. “Star flicker Extreme burst combo” Mane mumbled quietly under his breath as his leg finally connected with the dummy’s exposed chin. In that brief moment of contact, the appearance of the leg grew blurry, leaving only a deafening sound as the evidence of its contact with the

Now, he had basically shown all his trump cards. He had a peak Cosmos Ranker combat power, and he had used Void Punch, one of the top combat skills. ‘Wait…’ David’s eyes lit up. He still had two top combat skills. He could not use the Evil-Splitting Sword Technique as he did not have a sword right now, but he could use the Air Crushing Slap. The description stated that the Air Crushing Slap could ignore all obstacles in any space. ‘Does it mean I can ignore the crimson gas exterior and directly hurt Adan?’

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.