Slap Shot Book Novels & Stories

Melanie spat out. She continued to escalate, raising her hand to slap me. In my sluggish state, I had no energy to dodge her hand. With a crisp sound, her slap landed firmly on my face. That sharp sting jolted me awake. All the frustration within me ignited when I saw Melanie's smug face. I retaliated with a slap of my own, using all the strength I had. She stumbled and sat on the ground, shocked. Perhaps she didn't expect karma to catch up so quickly.

He stepped forward in one step, then another and before anyone processed it, he slapped her really hard. The sound cracked the air in a sharp, violent, and perfectly deserved manner. The slap landed on Sophia’s cheek with the kind of force that could make a person see stars if they weren’t careful. She staggered sideways, gasping, her face turning red instantly. I couldn’t help how amusing all of this was. It was terrible, yes, but also good. Deliciously good at that. Karma was clearly working overtime today, and honestly? It deserved a raise. And deep right in my mind, all I heard was, ‘raise the bar! Raise it!’ Raise it!”

“Think we can manage a repeat performance of last night once the sun goes down?” “Oh, so you’re craving a second helping of the wolf-style meat and dumplings?” I teased, shifting my weight against him. “That works for me. It means I don’t have to spend my evening over a hot stove again.” Dominic didn't answer with words. He hauled me over his lap and landed a sharp, stinging slap against my backside. The sudden heat of it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core, reigniting a fire I thought we’d thoroughly extinguished during our midnight hours. I let out a low, involuntary moan, but before I could turn the tables on him, Dominic shifted me off his lap and rolled out of the bed wi

“We have witnesses who saw you raise your voice. And videos.” Videos? My stomach dropped. Brian stepped forward quickly. “Elena didn’t do anything—” Sophia walked closer, smirking. “We all know she’s desperate for cash. Her father is a criminal. She used to strip. This is nothing new for—” The slap that cracked through the air didn’t come from me. It came from Brian. He slapped Sophia. Hard. The entire site went silent. Sophia stumbled backward, eyes wide and shocked, holding her cheek.

"Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?" As soon as I finished speaking, the ropes binding my hands were cut by a small hidden knife. I kicked Camden hard, aiming for his weak spot and sending the knife flying. At the same moment, the warehouse doors burst open. Don lunged at me with a knife, but a police officer shot him in the hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed.

Slap! "First you jumped through the time slit and left me.” His voice sounded cold like frozen lava. Slap! Fear and confusion mingled with disbelief. Slap! What in the actual fuck. Painful, yet pleasurable. Every muscle in my body clenched, and my core pulsed with heat and need. Slap! "Then you stab me with that sword and left me again,” he rasped, lingering his hand on my bum, rubbing away the sting. Slap! Ahh. A wildfire exploded through my veins, causing a contraction in my belly. I muffled my gasps. My hands curled into fists. Slap!

The slap had been a release, a manifestation of the frustration and hurt that had been building within me since the moment she reentered my life. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, a jarring punctuation that seemed to resonate beyond the confines of the space. As the sting of my actions began to fade, I was acutely aware of the gathering crowd that had been drawn by the commotion. Their murmurs and whispers created an atmosphere charged with tension, a stage upon which this confrontation was playing out.

Slap! The slap came fast and unexpectedly, the sound of it echoing off the walls like a gunshot. Cathleen's handprint bloomed across Xavier’s face, red and damning. "This is all your fault," she spat out, venomously lacing her words. "The juice I drank tasted funny. Someone put something in that juice, and you are to be blamed for all this. What if it was Olivia? She might have given birth to your heir now, right? And you must be very happy since my daughter died."

slap it…… I mean, it is right there, and it looks very appealing. I mentally groan while slapping Zahara’s ass, hoping that it isn’t the wrong thing to do. Zahara moans and shakes it again. “Another, please.” I do it again, this time on the other cheek making Zahara moan again. I grab my shaft and pump it a few times while rubbing it up and down Zahara’s folds. She is extremely wet, and I smile at the feeling. I slide into her all the way and pull back out so just the tip is in. I grab onto her hips and slam all the way into her making her scream. I continue to pull out and slam in again and again. Zahara is screaming my name as I slam into her. I grab her neck and pull her back flush agains

The knot inside her chest pulsed with exhausted anger. Then, like a breaking wave that had to hit the cliff to prove it was real, Elena stepped forward until she was almost on him. Her hand rose in a clean, fierce arc—less theatrical than necessary, more precise and final—and the sound the slap made was sharp and immediate in the quiet room. Damian’s face turned, the red bloom spreading across one cheek like a tide. He reached up with a stunned, reflexive motion as if the world had shifted and he had to steady himself. The surprise in his eyes was not only at the physical sting but at the human fracture the slap symbolized: a contract broken in a way neither legal papers nor boardrooms could