Novel & Cerita Slap Shot Book

“Weight on your back foot. Not your front – back. Yeah. Now when you swing, the power comes from your hips. Not your arms. Watch.” Rhys demonstrated. The slapshot – the same one from the championship overtime. The same motion that sent the puck into the top corner while scouts watched and the arena held its breath and I sat in these stands with my hand over my mouth. The puck hit the back of the net with a sound that echoed through the empty rink like a gunshot in a cathedral. Miles watched with the expression of a thirteen-year-old witnessing something holy. “That’s the one from the game?” “Same one.”

“If that’s what you need to hear—” “It won’t change anything between us,” he interjected, stepping aside to give me room. He was letting me out of his room. “It’s just lust, Softy. So wipe it away with your own hands. Follow what the book advises—” Rage ignited within me, fueling the fire that coursed through my veins. My hand moved of its own accord, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him. It was an instinctive reaction, a burst of frustration and pent-up emotions. I watched his shocked expression, accompanied by a reddened mark on his cheek.

Slap! The loud, piercing sound of a slap echoed through the enormous living room of the Black Mansion. Reina, the receiver of the cruel slap, moved her hand to her burning cheek, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She wasn't expecting that from the man standing in front of her, glaring at her with a bone-chilling gaze as if she were an enemy.

"Yes, it's called a Twinkie because it looks like a Hostess Twinkie. The closer target was shot at from the hip, and not aimed down the barrel. You don't have time to raise your gun to eye level to shoot someone who's only three feet away and you don't want your gun pointing so close to your adversary or they could take it away. You'll see all the shots which missed are still within an inch of the bullseye. It's a very good spread for shooting from the hip." Mistress Dark smiled. "It certainly is. I'd say you're pretty competent." "Thank you, Mistress Dark." "Take your seat and finish your supper." Lucia returned to her seat. "I think it's time to discuss the elephant in the room, don't you,

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.

Blake looked down at the peacefully sleeping Darrel; suddenly, there was a powerful. SLAP!

Chapter 42 Sophie’s POV I pulled him away on his chest with all my might and gave him a resounding slap. “Are you crazy?” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I see that you also want me; your lips want—” I didn’t let him finish. With a swift motion, I delivered another sharp slap, the sound echoing in the charged air between us. This one was louder, more forceful than the first.

“my turn. Never have I ever gotten slapped by one of my parent.” This whole game is against me. “no one has.” Someone said, “I know. you all are getting drunk so to help.” The person who asked the question explained but he was wrong. I have been slapped countless times. Hearing them say no one has made me look up finally. And maybe it was the alcohol in my veins but my eyes got filled with tears and my gaze caught Noah. He was watching my every move. I smiled still keeping eye contact with him, I picked my cup and gulped the whole shot down again.

She was not going to take this. Without warning, Elara lunged forward. SLAP! The sound of her palm connecting with the rat-faced boy’s cheek was incredibly loud, like a gunshot echoing through the sudden silence of the cafeteria. She had put every ounce of her anger, her weight, and her frustration into the strike. The force of the slap sent the boy stumbling backward, his empty bowl shattering against the floor. His head snapped to the side, a bright red, swollen handprint immediately blooming across his pale skin.

And don't ever come knocking on my door like this again. I moved to close the door. Sally grabbed my hand and locked his eyes on mine. His expression shifted from guilt to anger to disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Gia? If you're upset because I hit you, I'll apologize. Don't you think you're being a little extreme? Have you thought about what happens when you regret this?" "I won't regret it." "Why?" He was barely keeping his temper in check. "Just because I accidentally slapped you?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Sì. Just because of a slap."