Slap The Man Novels & Stories

I yelled and the person stood up from the sofa and scooted towards me, slapping me across the face and I rubbed my jaw to ease the quick tingling "Don't! never you do that again, I might be joining hands with you but that doesn't mean you can slap me whenever and however you want" I warned sternly, snapping my fingers at the person "That slap was for your stupidity and I'll keep on slapping you if the need arises, how could you think so lowly. Do you think she will just get intimate with you without having to assure her and make her fall in love with you? let me give you a hint of my secret, a woman can do absolutely anything for a man that she loves"

Slap! The man squinted, then took a step forward to slap Harlem in the face. “You…!” Harlem exclaimed, covering his horrible expression. Slap! The man swung his palm once again. Harlem screamed in pain. “You’re crossing the line! “Us from Country J are no easy targets!” Slap! The man swung the back of his palm this time. “I’m crossing the line? “You people are no easy targets? “How dare you show off like that here? “How dare you go against me?

My dad barely set the trap before yours signed the papers. "And your mom... "She actually cried and begged me to take care of you. Hahaha. How can someone be that stupid?" Her laughter cut off. Because I suddenly held up my phone. The red recording light blinked on the screen. Vanessa's eyes widened. Finally, she realized what she'd just confessed to. "You—" Her face twisted with rage. The slap cracked across my face. My head jerked to the side, and blood filled my mouth. But that wasn't enough for her.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m back!” “I’m not Janine!” Halsey begs. “Please let me go-” SLAP! He slaps her so hard that Halsey’s cheek is slightly cut. Blood is flowing out of it and she’s crying. “You’ve been a sl*t!” the man claims. “I told you that you can only love me! Only me!”

“You don’t get to put your hands on me.” He let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, I’ll put my hands wherever I damn well please.” His hand reached for me again, but I dodged it, causing him to stumble forward. His friends laughed again, though it was clear they were enjoying the chaos. Before anything else could happen, the manager appeared, pushing through the small crowd that had gathered. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, eyes wide with fury. The man I slapped pointed a finger in my face. “This slut hit me. In front of everyone!”

Dare, his face a thundercloud, merely stood over the prone man, his presence alone a suffocating weight. The music stuttered to a halt. Whispers died. Everyone in the club went completely silent, eyes glued to the scene. “What in the actual hell is going on here?!” Jax’s voice, usually laced with playful teasing, was a growl of pure, unadulterated fury. He hauled the man up, shaking him like a rag doll. “She… she slapped me!” the man stammered, his eyes darting wildly between the furious faces surrounding him.

People were coming and going, but no one helped. The man walked up and pinned her on the sofa. His eyes were filled with an aura of Manipulation, "Girl, you've met me today. It's your luck. You've offended someone you shouldn't have." He stepped forward. Seeing that he wanted to kiss her, she raised her hand and slapped him.This infuriated him The man raised his hand and was about to retaliate when his wrist was grabbed.He was enraged. He turned his head around and shouted, "Who dares to stop me...."

So why did this feel different? He reached down, grabbed the man by his collar, and hauled him up just enough to land a sharp slap across his face. The sound cracked through the air. “How dare you?” Mr Smith said, his voice low and dangerous, before delivering another slap. “How dare you touch my wife?” People were gathering now, with whispers rippling through the hall. “Nobody touches my wife,” he continued, his voice rising with each word as another slap landed, harder this time. “I’m sorry, sir,” the man cried, shaking visibly now. “That was a mistake. Please…”

Slap to my hip, then my back, marking me as his. 'Harder, Father,' I moaned, meeting his slams. 'Punish this sinful cunt with your holy dick.' He obliged, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit. His hand snaked around, fingers rubbing my nub furiously, while the other slapped my ass in time with his thrusts—whack, thrust, whack.

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