Slap Shot Book Novels & Stories

Slap. His skin hits hers with a sound like a gunshot. The woman, I don't know who she is, just some blonde in a cheap lace dress, and she’s screaming into the wood. Her back is arched, her ass in the air, her fingers clawing at the mahogany, trying to find a grip as Austin destroys her.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

When I got to the place, I stood near the popular restaurant in the area to observe the surroundings, and my eyesight immediately took me to the two people standing near the isolated pathway that led to a garden adjacent to the mall in the area. It was really Sophie, and she was standing with the Adam guy, and they seemed to be having a really heated argument. The guy started to point a warning finger at her face, and she brushed it off with one of her hands, but in a crazy turn of events, the guy reacted by landing a slap on Sophie's face. I flinched and was about to race forward to save her when the unexpected happened. Sophie had blocked his second slap, and with a force that sent chills

PAST: Shefali's POV: “You are mine.” Those three words echoed like a gunshot in my head. The entire club— the lights, the music, the people— blurred into static. I don’t even remember the moment my hand rose. All I knew was that I slapped him. Hard. The sound of my palm striking his face sliced through the music like a blade.

But— “SLAP!” The sharp sound of a slap exploded through the room, and all the noise instantly died. Every eye snapped to Esther. A wave of shock swept the room. “You… You actually hit me?” Élodie cried out in disbelief. “You?” Esther sneered. “Forget hitting you—I could kill you as easily as squashing an ant.” As she spoke, she pulled a pack of wet wipes from her bag and wiped her hand with visible disgust. “If I weren’t worried about getting my hand dirty, I wouldn’t have stopped at just slapping you—I’d have…”

I froze. Not long. Half a second. Maybe less. My body went still, like it used to. Like it learned to. Then something snapped back into place. I shoved him with everything I had. The chair behind me scraped violently against the floor as he stumbled back, shoes skidding. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. Before I could think, my hand swung up. The slap landed clean. It was sharp, loud, and final. The sound cracked through the room, bouncing off the walls, slicing through the air between us. My palm burned, and my whole body shook.

Her palm stung from the hard thwack of the slap. "Please, just shut up."