Slap Shot Book Novels & Stories

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

Listening to these slanders against Sophia, my accumulated rage exploded instantly. I suddenly stood up and delivered a devastating slap. SLAP! The crisp sound echoed through the study. Half of Isabella's face swelled immediately, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. My gaze was murderous: "What are you to deserve Sophia's slander?" "I warned you countless times not to appear in front of her." "Did you think I was joking with you?"

A follower with big ears asked. “No way, Saad,” Another follower rejected the theory, “Otherwise he wouldn’t have been kicked out.” “Only one way to find out,” Ishaq pushed his hand forward, generating a powerful gust of wind towards Sikandar and Suleiman, with the former holding the latter’s shoulder. But the wind passed through them without harming them, “What?” Ishaq didn’t have time to process what happened as the attack hit a bookshelf, knocked it over which knocked the shelf behind it, then another, creating a domino effect until it reached the last shelf near the wall.

"What else would it be?" That simple answer landed like a punch. She swayed. Then stumbled forward a step. It looked like she wanted to grab his sleeve and demand an explanation. Or maybe slap him. In the end, she did neither. She just stood there and laughed. A broken, miserable sound. "You've been waiting for this day the whole time. Back at that nightclub, when she slapped you... that's when you started noticing her, wasn't it?" My fingers tightened. I expected Matt to deny it.

Slap! Lebron was getting impatient. Annoyed, he strode forward and swung his palm. “Aaagh!” The high and mighty Brennan was sent flying with just one slap from Lebron. Brennan tried to get back up, but Lebron was quick and gave Brennan another slap on the face. Slap! Brennan was sent flying across the room once more. When he collapsed to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, along with a few teeth.

He’d used his full force in that slap, especially since he was furious and wanted to kill the man. Never did he expect the man to have two high-quality defense treasures that could block out most of the attack. The last part of the slap still landed on the man’s face, but it was only enough to knock out a few teeth. One slap wasn’t enough, so a second one followed. Just as the man took a breath, Alex’s second slap hit like lightning. Boom— A loud explosion ensued as the man was destroyed by Alex's slap. He crumbled into ice and landed on the floor like a mere crystal ornament.

Slap! The stinging echo of the slap reverberated through the kitchen, punctuating the oppressive silence. Elena's cheek burned from the force, a fiery trail left in its wake. She winced but quickly buried her pain, focusing on the mound of dishes piled in the sink. The cold, greasy water splashed against her raw, frostbitten fingers, intensifying the dull throb in her hand. Each plate she scrubbed felt like another weight added to her shoulders, the indignity of her position pressing down on her like a vice.

A glacial, final, clarifying cold. She looked at his hand on her arm. She looked at his face, pleading and false. She felt the ruby earring, still clutched, sharp and painful, in her other hand. She lifted her hand. The one that wasn't holding the earring. And she slapped him. It was not a hysterical, flailing slap. It was a swing of pure, cold, calculated ice. Her palm, made strong from a lifetime of riding and tennis and being a Vale, connected with his face with a sound that was as sharp and final as a gunshot.

In fifteen seconds, the slave slut climaxed like I did, her pussy juice left to run down to her stretched anus. Master had an erection now, but he surrendered his position as Dominant to Shasta. While he was idle, Master had Lisa give him a hummer. I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots.