Slap The Man Novels & Stories

" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the face without hesitation. No one had anticipated me lashing out so suddenly. The entire room froze in stunned silence. "Magnolia, are you insane?" someone shouted. "The Saccone family took care of you for so many years, and now you dare to hit your own father?" At that moment, a cold, aged voice rang out from the doorway. "If he can mistake his own biological daughter for someone else, I'd say she didn't hit him hard enough!"

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."

I shift my gaze away from her, focusing on the man in front of me. "Who are you?" he demands, rising from his seat. But before he can make a move, I deliver a resounding slap that sends him crashing back to the floor. Without giving him a chance to fight back, I kneel beside him, and rain punches upon him relentlessly. He tries to defend himself, but I keep landing blow after blow.

The man felt frightened and screamed, “I slapped her. What can you do? Would you want to hurt me too?” Enraged, Lendon walked to the man and punched his face without saying any word. The man fell down right away.

Then he laughed. “Hahahahhah what a damn old stupid drunken joke” Laughed out loud. Laughing so hard, men nearby turned to stare. “You?” he said between chuckles. “What are you here for? To seduce my men? Steal their little wages with your cheap dress and desperate face?” The laughter spread. A chorus of cruel amusement. Something inside me snapped. Before I could think, my hand whipped across his face. “Tar !” Slap. The sound echoed louder than the laughter.

*Slap* A resounding slap struck his cheek, causing the man, whom Luna deemed utterly despicable, to be thrown to the side due to the force of the blow she delivered. "You bastard, you know what you're fucking doing!" Luna cursed, her rage boiling over. The man, who had yet to face her, touched his reddened cheek while Luna's outburst brought his attention to her. "Luna," he murmured. "Yeah, it's me, damn it! You damn man, go to hell!" Luna shouted in a fiery rage. Travis was about to step closer, but Luna extended her arm, pointing directly at him. "Don't try to get close to me, damn it. I'm sick of just looking at you."

The man hits the ground with a groan and doesn’t move. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ryker’s voice is feral, wild, his fists already flying. The others try to regroup but he’s already hitting the next one. His knuckles slam into the guy’s jaw, then he spins and knocks another back with a shoulder check. I see blood on his face, maybe mine, maybe not. “Touch him again and I will fucking end you,” Ryker snarls, grabbing another guy by the collar and slamming him to the floor.

Rolling my eyes I continued, "Now, now isn't that rude? After I have bought you a hospitable f*ck." The man was still glaring at me, in spite of the sweat dripping off him and tension swirling in his body. In that instant, the mirthful smirk slipped off my face and was replaced by a sinister haunting look. 'PAK' Getting no reaction always ticked me off. I gave a hard slap across the man's face, which was accompanied by the yelp of the girl behind us and a crack from the man in front. I was trained in combat all my life so obviously, my slap would have been a strike for the rich brat in front of her. The man's face was instantly filled with tears. I snatched the cloth, gagging the man's mouth

I smirked too and walked close to him. "Is that the worse you could do?" I asked and before he answered, I threw a resounding slap to his face. It sounded that those inside heard cause I heard movements. I turned and saw shock expressed at the face of Pearl. Leonard held his cheek and the door was opened wide by someone else. It was Raymond. Donald also walked out. "Leonard, what is going on here?" Raymond asked softly. "She slapped me." Leonard reported with a teary face. Raymond looked at me and smirked briefly.

“You bastards! You’re worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?” Everyone was silent, and that made me even more pissed off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. “I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!”