She Kills With Her Thighs Novels & Stories

She must have realized she can't win now and will back off . -Ohh my fucking lord she wants to kill me .I wouldn't be surprised if she raises a sword on me .She's crazy today .She is most days .But i love that crazy .This crazy could get be buried 6 feet under . So far i have a torn lip an almost sprained ankle and a two cracked ribs . Her bicep has a red bruise and her left thigh is slowly weakening due to the blow i had given earlier .It was supposed to be harmless just put a knot on her knees but she moved sideways a bit too quick making me hurt her thigh. Which i most definitely regret .

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

It happened so fast that I almost missed it, because one moment Kael was charging at her and the next he was flat on his back in the dirt, screaming because his arm was bent at an angle that arms aren't supposed to bend. She hadn't even used a weapon, she had just used his own momentum to flip him and snap the bone against her knee, and she didn't even pause to look at him before she was moving toward the next two warriors. "What the hell was that?" Silas shouted, leaning over the railing while his face turned a bright shade of red. "She just broke the lead warrior’s arm like it was a dry twig, Theron, so stop this before she cripples the whole damn pack!"

she said then slit his throat in one slide, all he could do was gasp for air, he tried to speak but couldn’t “Wanna say something?” she asked and he died, there was a lightening flash revealing blood all over, then a thunder blast and the night sky broke, releasing a flood of rain “Too late to speak” she said then got on top of him, she stabbed his chest then splits it open, she sliced down to his lower abdomen—there was a heavy down pour outside, the wind blowing and pushing in water through the window, Amanda didn’t seem to care, she focused on her kill, she cut him in horrible ways, this she did calmly while singing

A smile that looks mysterious and dangerous at the same time. My eyes move to her legs and notice how she shifts her weight from one leg to another while bringing her right leg a little forward. The moment I realize what she is up to, she has already sprung into action as she grabs the knife with the blade, and turning around, she slams her elbow on that fuckers temple. Without even wasting a second, she plunges the knife deep into his thigh and lands a hard kick on his chest. My beautiful, fierce Queen is not some vulnerable girl. She is the fire that can burn everyone who dares to come in her path.

She came in low and vicious, thigh slicing toward my lead leg. I ate the kick, let the pain bloom, and answered with a palm strike that snapped her head back. Blood bloomed on her lip, bright and perfect red. She licked it off and smiled. Then she was on me. Knee to my ribs, elbow to my throat, nails raking down my chest hard enough to draw blood. I caught her wrist mid-strike, twisted, used her momentum to slam her spine-first into the cage. Metal rattled. Her breath exploded against my neck.

She stood in her black silk slip, her movement completely unencumbered, her hands shaking with lethal intent. She stepped over to the tool rack on the wall, grabbed a heavy steel torque wrench, and stepped back up to the chair. "Look at you!" the girl screamed, her laughter turning shrill and frantic. "Look at the pregnant queen losing her mind! Hit me! Do it! Do it!" Victoria swung the heavy steel wrench with brutal, terrifying force directly into the girl's left knee. A sickening, wet crack echoed through the room. The girl shrieked in sudden, horrific agony, her psychotic laughter snapping instantly into a guttural, earth-shattering scream as bone shattered beneath the impact. Blood quick

I bit back a smirk when she sighed in disappointment, teasing her again. Her body trembled when I let the tips of the leather trail over her arms, a soft sigh releasing from her lips. Kiara was enjoying the slight brushes of the flogger. I struck the flogger on her inner thigh without a warning as her back arched, and a soft groan left her lips. There was a pink hue pelt where I had struck, and I did it again but on the inside of her other thigh. I made sure it was a light smack just to get her body to release more endorphins and nothing more.

She twisted it, her small hands slick with his blood as she leaned her entire weight into the handle, watching his face squeeze, his teeth shattering as they ground together in agony. Then she took out her second knife and dug it straight into the slit on his forehead, slowly,, Eugenes wail was deafening as he struggled with his free arm, pulling her hair, but the sons restrained him immediately, She then pulled out the knives as began to rip slices, puncture holes, tear out flesh on his chest, She then took her fingers and dug them directly into the open split on his skull, ripping the skin back until he went entirely limp from the sheer shock of the pain, his body twitching in the mud.

"That isn't what you said when you begged me to kill your sisters. Neither is it what you said when you crawled in my bed every night, seeking solace in my arms and pleasures abominable to someone of your station." Her chest heaves uncontrollably and she swerves, searching frantically for a weapon, anything with which she can defend herself. But I am Hekate. Nothing can stop me from making a kill if I so wished. "You can't be here. You are not here," she whispers to herself, voice reaching new heights of hysteria, and my patience wears out. It takes only half a heartbeat to close the distance between us, and another half to lift her by her neck, squeezing rather lightly. She chokes, clawing