Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

No one says a word or makes a move. But I am faster. My hand moves before she has a chance to strike me, gripping her wrist firmly. The strength of my reaction seems to catch her off guard, her eyes widening further in shock. With my other hand, I slap her, the sound of the impact echoing through the locker room like thunder. Lily’s expression turns blank, surprise and shock overtaking her features, while tears begin to well up in her eyes.

** SLAP ** "Don't talk to me unless I tell you can!" "I'm sorry. But You asked me a question" The next thing I feel is her hand gripping my jaw and the bruises that had cleared up the other day will probably reappear with the amount of force and bone-crushing pressure she is putting on my jaw and most probably breaking it...Again... I'm struggling to hold back my tears and I'm also certain she's trying to break more of my ribs to make me weaker when she slams me to the floor in an attempt to do some permanent damage.

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

Music thudded faintly from overhead speakers, but his rhythm drowned it out. Thud, thud, thud. Each punch landed with a smack that made heads turn. His knuckles, wrapped tight in tape, blurred as he battered the bag. Shoulders heaved, lungs burned, but he kept his stance sharp; jab, cross, hook, reset. The veins in his forearms bulged with effort.

Realizing that Ada Lube’s dominant alpha shadow and Jun’s heavy enforcer rank are providing an unshakeable wall of physical support for his actions, Tammy calculates that she is never going to let Chloe off the hook! She sprints across the floor tiles right up to Chloe's chest, unleashing a high-velocity, bone-snapping slap across her jaw so fast that Chloe’s fingers completely lack the reaction time to cover her ears! The extreme kinetic force of the strike causes Chloe’s blue fabric mask to fly clean off her face, skittering across the floor.

"You look... tense." my smile could have frozen the champagne in her glass. "You look like you've forgotten what happened to the last woman who touched my husband." The slap was a masterpiece of precision. I stepped forward (left foot at 45-degree angle for balance) My weight transfer (hips rotating for maximum torque) Then I struck (palm slightly cupped to create that perfect *crack*) The impact echoed through the hall, Sylvia's head snapping sideways with enough force to send a loose curl tumbling from her updo. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth—just enough for dramatic effect without requiring medical attention.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

The threat ignited my rage anew, I yanked at the cuff, leather creaking, free hand swinging to slap his face, crack echoing sharp, his head snapped sideways, cheek reddening, but instead of anger, his eyes lit with darker fire. "Yes, fight me." He surged up, capturing my slapping hand, pinning both above my head now, bodies aligning, his cock nudged my entrance, then rammed home in one vicious thrust, bottoming out with a wet slap, I screamed, walls spasming around the length of his cock, the fullness pushing his earlier load deeper. He fucked me like punishment, hard and shallow snaps turning to deep grinds, hips circling to rub every inch against my insides. "Slap me again, bitch. Makes yo

I followed with an uppercut that lifted him off his feet. He tried to swing back but I dodged and drove my elbow into his jaw. Roman stumbled. I grabbed him by the hair and rammed his head against the concrete wall. He slid down but I pulled him up again. I delivered a flying kick to his chest. The force sent him crashing into a pile of metal drums. He coughed and spat blood. His eyes began to swell shut.

I shut my screaming desires and smacked him hard in the face. *Slap* There goes nothing.