Slap The Man Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare to bring his name in your filthy mouth?" "Come on. You can think of my offer now. We can start from where we were left." He crossed all the boundaries of manners or formalities just by blurting out his unexpected words. Suhani couldn't believe how someone could stoop so low. "Slap." A loud sound echoed as Suhani's hand landed on his cheek for the second time. She slapped the same man once again who dared to step into their peaceful life. It was the same man because of whom they had suffered.

Properly. He's not in formal wear today but in a tracksuit, the sleeves of his jacket are folded, sweat scattered all over his sharp look as if he was hustling for hours. And that dammnngod smile. I just wanna kill this man for being so smoking hot. I close my eyes tightly, wave my hand in the air and land it across my face. Slap! You deserve that freaking slap, you bitch. I grunt to myself. "Em!" Ivanna's clamour brings me back to the sense as I open my eyes.

“Of course you did. You’re impossible to hold.” Her breath hitched half a laugh, half a sob. She touched the bruise at his lip, her heart breaking at the sight. “What did they do to you?” “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Ryan glanced down. “Some bruises. A split lip. A damaged ego apparently that tavern’s basement is very unsympathetic to dignity.” Despite everything, she laughed a soft, trembling sound that cut the heaviness of the night. Ryan’s eyes warmed at the sound, drinking it in as if it were the first sunlight after winter.

A man staggered back, blood streaming from his nose, staining his white shirt crimson. Ellaya stood at the center of it all—eyes wild, fists trembling. Her fury was volcanic, barely contained beneath skin stretched too thin. She slapped the man. Hard. The crack echoed like a whip. Then she kicked him—savagely—in the shin. Iden flinched at the force of it. “You pig. You disgusting piece of trash!” “She came onto me!” the man barked, shielding his face with blood-slick hands. “I just did what any guy would with a slut like her!”

the man said quietly and looked hesitantly at Rafe who was still staring with that cold gaze. "Mr. Rafe, I deeply regret my earlier behavior." said the man with a scared look on his face but still holding fear. "Apology accepted. Now slap yourself three times and leave." To my surprise, the blond man did as Rafe said and slapped himself. Not once, but three times, until I saw blood oozing from the man's nose. "Understood, Mr. Rafe. I'll be on my way then." said the man who seemed to be hurrying away from our location.

Here I was, tried to be nice, but this man suddenly had the audacity to grab my ass. "What the...'' I turned around and faced that ugly pervert's face, completely pissed off. I glared murderously at him, but he still had the audacity to smirked pervertedly at me. How dare he! I felt all my reasoning snap at that moment. "YOU-" I pointed and yelled at him angrily, instantly earning attention from the people around us. -slap A loud slap sound could be heard from the impact as I slapped him with all my might. I knew it would hurt judging from my stinging palm.

Gaining my balance as well as a tight grasp on reality I ran my hands all over his chest as if the feel of his skin against the palms of my hands would sate the worry inside me. Looking for any visible signs of wounds or visible injuries I faltered when I heard the man chuckle deeply. Looking up at him in disbelief at the fact he had the audacity to laugh when I nearly stressed myself to death, I reached out and slapped him without hesitation. The impact of the smack led his head to whip to the side tainting the tanned skin of his cheek to a light pink tint. He clenched his jaw turning his head slowly to look at me but I did not wilt under the dark look, "I can't believe you're laughing when

The cyan-clothed old man took advantage of this gap to stabilize his body. But just as the cyan-robed old man was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, another stunned scene happened. A black shadow flashed again, followed by. "Pa!" "This slap is for your mother to teach you to respect women." “Pa.” "This slap is for your father to teach you not to help the devil." “Pa.” "This slap is for your son to teach you not to do bad things." “Pa!” Under everyone's gaze, the cyan-clothed old man, who had originally looked stable, was slapped again and again by a black shadow. The scene of several consecutive slaps was silent, and one could hear a pin drop.

I raised my hand to the man's left cheek- giving him a light slap. “What’s that? Are you even trying?” He frowned. ”You said I should slap him. I have slapped him,” I argued. ”Slap him harder!” “What?” “You heard me. Slap him again, this time harder!” He sounded really serious. ”Okay,” I turned around to face the man and honestly it just felt really wrong hitting him. He hasn't done me no wrong but I really don't want any trouble from Liam so I did what he asked, slapping the man a second time- adding a little bit force to it.

SLAP~ The crisp sound of the slap rang particularly harsh in the room. Jean's hand was trembling, and she regretted it immediately after. Etan Mann will definitely kill her for this. But alas, she had already done the deed. So be it then. "Insult me all you want. Sure, fine, I'm quite the shameless person after all. But I won't allow you to say anything about him!" Etan was stunned for a couple of seconds. This was the first time he was slapped, and that really shocked him. His gaze sharpened, and the depth of his eyes roiling. "Tch. Taking his side, huh."