Shinobu Vs Doma Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vincenzo barked from behind me, he gestured towards the security, we didn't want to kill Remo Lombardi, that's a war no one was ready for, “That’s enough.” The cage door opened and security swarmed in. They didn’t go for Remo. They went for Luca, four guys grabbing him, holding him, trying to peel him off. And even then he tried to lunge again. They dragged him off. Remo lay twitching in the blood, staring at the lights, mouth slack. Luca had won. The second Remo hit the mat and didn’t bounce back, we knew. This wasn’t about scorecards or points or tapping gloves and raising hands. This was about dominance and Luca had it in fucking spades.

My bone snapped gently and I breathed, holding on until my stance was solid under my weight. Domino noticed, and turned. I threw a punch straight at him. He staggered back, holding his nose and I pushed the other foot forward, my finger pointed at him. “I told you before. Leave him out of it.” Domino swallowed then laughed menacingly, his hand dropped off his face, the blood spilled down his nose, going past his top lip. “You’ve got energy. Good.” I knew I couldn't handle it but remained on the spot, taking his attack, his punches threw fast, every blow I dodged sending my body close to the floor, staggering and I lost balance, tripping on my own foot.

The warriors barely had time to react as Dominic's hand wrapped around Shane's throat and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. Shane clawed at his wrist, choking. Dominic's eyes flashed with dangerous silver. "If you dare lay a finger on my mate or touch a single strand of hair on her head, it'll be your last day breathing." Dominic's voice was calm. "Blood ties or no blood ties," he continued, "mark my words." Then, with terrifying Alpha strength, Dominic tightened his grip and flung Shane through the air. Shane's body crashed violently into a giant stone statue before he dropped hard onto the ground.

Over time, I surpassed it and Adam started fastened his phase and pumped hard and faster inside me. “Oohh! Mhmm! Aahhh!” I moaned. A rough slap on my boob is what I felt. “F-ck. You’re so tight, Raviora.” I never imagined myself getting pumped hard like how Adam is doing. Slowly, he took another thrust again inside and out. He knows very well when to fasten his phase and when to slow down. For sure, he bedded a lot of women. He’s good at it, I can say.

And that was when the fight started as more men approached. “Well, it seems to me that we are going to have to do this with bare hands.” I said, looking at Giovanni who smirked. He grabbed one of the men’s heads, and banged it against one of his friends, cracking their skulls by the force. I broke one’s jaw, pulled the heart out of another, and broke the neck of a woman. The one kill that I found myself despising, but I knew that she would have done the same if I hadn’t reacted.

“Stay away from them and don’t take their bait.” “That’s it?” Her usually bored expression was full of excitement and anticipation. “Yup.” “She has a happy look on her face.” Ink said with a little shiver. “That fucking scares me.” “It shouldn’t.” Dom told him. “It’s not your blood that I’m going to play in.” “Are you going to play in the blood of some Aranya?” Toad asked. “If I’m lucky.” Dom gave her grin that made her look like a maniacal masochist. “I’ll get to play in the blood of several.”

How could Terenzio ask me to ignore those men when he should have killed them for disrespecting me—his fiancé? Gentleman, my ass! Then there was Luciano. I was thankful to him for doing at least half of what Terenzio should have done. However, I hated how this incident had portrayed me as most of the women of our world—weak, pathetic, submissive, and whatnot. I was anything but. I watched Dom storm out of the locker room with Adonis behind him, their faces painted with an equal amount of rage. Unlike Dom, Adonis was in more control of himself. Everyone was looking. Even the men fighting in the ring had frozen while Dom walked across the room toward me.

The clash of fists and the sound of grunts fill the air as they exchange blows, neither willing to back down. Their fight becomes a dance of aggression and skill, a reflection of their deep-seated animosity. As the fierce battle between Dante and Dominic rages on, Dante, driven by his ruthless nature, spots Dominic's wounded arm and seizes the opportunity to exploit his weakness. With a malicious smirk, he deliberately targets Dominic's injured arm, throwing punches with calculated precision.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *