Slap Shot Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Blood - Deep Hatred Slap! The sound resonated room causing all eyes to turn to them. Ivy's head whipped to the side at the force he used on her. She hadn't gotten over the shock when another slap landed on her face again. “What did you just say? I'm your boyfriend?” he laughed maniacally and shoved her to the ground. She could have easily prevented the fall, but the 12-inch heels she was donning had no effect, leaving her helpless to watch as she hit the ground.

Since the only person who seemed to be brave enough to challenge him was also afraid of him, he didn't see why he should stop being disrespectful and rude. Liam's patience snapped hearing him address the woman in such a disrespectful tone. Without another word, Liam’s hand suddenly shot up, delivering a sharp, controlled slap across the man’s face. The sound of the slap echoed across the yacht, cutting through the low hum of conversation and music. The force of the slap was enough to snap the man’s head to the side, his eyes wide with shock.

I hardly manage to maintain a calm demeanor as I listen to her demeaning words towards the purpose of my entire existence, Elena and just when I think I'll snap, a loud ‘slap’ reaches my ears. Chalt

Zayden slapped me. ****

I shouted, but the damage was done. Larry stepped forward, and before I could react, his hand flew out. Crack. The sound of the slap echoed through the silent library. My head snapped to the side, the sting of his palm sharp against my cheek. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the look in his eyes when I looked back at him.

[Emily] The sound of my slap echoed through the kitchen like a gunshot. I wasn't a violent person and had never even laid hands on a fly before, but at that moment, I wished it were really a gun in my hand and that he'd drop to the ground and somehow disappear from my presence.

SLAP “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Jensen, I came to your apartment and asked you to your face if you were happy with our relationship. My God! You looked me dead in the eyes and said yes. I believed you!” I slapped him on the other cheek. “What, once wasn’t enough, so you had to sleep with her again?” Jensen froze and his bright blue eyes widened. He hung his head, his face parallel against the floor. “I never meant for it to happen. We were out drinking one night and got drunk.”

"Use the move you've practiced the longest. The blue-line slap shot." The second period began. Following my instructions, Nathan and the others started feigning weakness, their defense steadily falling back. The other team thought we were gassed and pressed forward like mad, their formation gradually breaking apart. Just then, Blake picked off the puck and sent a long pass. Nathan tore through the opponents' defense like a bolt of black lightning, taking the pass, accelerating, cutting toward the blue line. Their defensemen threw themselves at him. Nathan dropped low, pushed off the ice with the inside edge of his left skate, his right foot cutting in behind it. The perfect angle for a blue-

Every elite investor, socialite, and board member now understood: the heir they had expected to celebrate was not the heir they had met in the last month. Sophia’s lips trembled, and she wanted to speak, to say something—anything. But no words could undo what had just been executed with such precision. The slap wasn’t just physical; it carried judgment, the weight of truth, and the undeniable presence of a man who no longer trusted her.

Did I make a mistake? Back at home, I was scared but also frustrated. I had no idea what he would do after I slapped him in front of everyone. I did what I felt right at that moment but now I was regretting over my impulsive behavior. I could have just left from there. He's the mafia boss. Slapping him would be a crime in his world. What did I do? I threw my head in my hands and took a breath when suddenly the doorbell rang. Since Amanda was still not home, I stood up exhaustingly and walked to the door, opening it.