Slap The Man Novels & Stories

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

He was coughing blood right now, barely able to stay awake, because each time that he passed out, I would slap him hard to wake him up, contributing to another part of hellish pain. “Oh come on…now you were saying sorry?…previously..you were having a good time groping a woman and slaps them like the were nothing but an object to you…now the same things been done to you..suddenly you don’t act like a man anymore…grit your teeth…bite them down hard…..that’s it…stay awake..or I will break another one of your leg now…..that’s it…grit your teeth!...I said!..…”. “I..I…showyyy…UUUEEEKKK!!!..ugh!..”. (BJ Max)

They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment. SLAP! "Lucky for you I'm calm." Collen's head snapped to the side with the force of the slap. It was loud and left a giant red palm print on Collen's face, despite this Collen stood head still to the side glaring at the man, it was almost as if the pain hadn't even registered to him. "Lucky for you boyo, I also like to pretend I'm a civilized man.... So I'm going to give you another chance to leave."

The city streets whispered with hushed awe, a mix of fear and admiration, as the wolf within me reveled in its triumph. As I stood before the man, his face contorted with fear and pain, a surge of anger consumed me. Without thinking, my hands shot out, connecting with his face in a swift, forceful motion. A resounding slap echoed through the air as I let my frustration and fury manifest in the blow. "You dimwit!" I spat, my voice laced with contempt. The satisfaction I felt was short-lived, however, as reality crashed back into focus. I picked up my bag from where it had fallen, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

“How dare you slap an old man? Do you have no respect for elders at all?” The onlookers exchanged nervous glances. They weren’t scared for themselves; they were scared for me. The man in the suit turned to me, his gaze filled with condescension. “Who are you?” he sneered. “Do you even know who I am?” “I don’t care who you are,” I shot back. “What you did was wrong. You need to apologize and compensate this man.” The man let out a mocking chuckle. “Or what?” I lifted my chin defiantly. “Or I’ll slap you in return.”

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.

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

He waited for half a minute before he smiled and said, “You’re not going to bow down, are you? I bet your backs are too stiff to bend over, right? Sure.” As he spoke, he stood up and began to walk towards the first person. He grabbed the man by the collar and began to slap his face with both hands. They heard the sound of numerous strikes, and it did not take long before the man’s face was swollen. His dignity was dissolved by the slaps, so he bent his back, bowed, and begged, “Enough! Please stop hitting me! I’ll bow! I’ll bow…” Zayn let him off, but he continued to cast his eyes towards the others.

With that, the man prepared to strike her again. Carl instantly grabbed the man's wrist. The man was in so much pain that his face turned pale. "Ow! Let go! Let go of me! How dare you treat me like this? I'll end you!" the man shouted. Slap! Slap! After two loud slaps, the man's face instantly became swollen. Carl remained proud and cold. Parting his lips, he said, "What did you say?" Stunned by the slaps, the man soon simmered down. "You're better than me. I'm just garbage. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"