Romans & histoires Slapstick

My boyfriend, the firstborn son of the Morelli family of New Yiz, the future heir to the Don, had just slapped me across the face in front of the entire family and our guests—all because I got into an argument with another woman. Sally realized what he had done. His expression froze for a split second, but the remorse was swallowed almost instantly by irritation and anger. "Can you stop making a scene, Gia? Try being mature and rational for once!" Somewhere in the banquet hall, someone let out a low, mocking laugh. The rest watched in silence, content to enjoy the show. Fiona Lanza stood beside Sally, twirling a strand of her pretty chestnut curls between her fingers, clicking her tongue in

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

A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from his chest, causing fresh tears of absolute terror to spill over my tightly closed eyelids. "Let me go..." I whimpered, my voice entirely devoid of strength. He suddenly erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that sent a violent shiver of dread straight down my spine. With a sudden, aggressive motion, he shoved my face away, releasing his grip on my jaw. But before I could even draw a breath, the heavy palm of his hand came crashing violently against my cheek. The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt.

Hearing that I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, the very idea of having the word lovely and Clara together in the same sentence was so ridiculous that I couldn't really stop myself from laughing. This only filled her anger and she went for another slap but this time I moved from where I was standing and she almost tripped on her own leg and ended up staggering to the side. By the time she had faced me again, she was still not able to pick up her mouth that had fallen to the floor and her eyes had grown so big that they looked as if they were ready to just pop right out of the socket in a matter of moments. "Did you just avoid my slap? Were you intending to make me fall?"

She stopped, looked at her friends with a smug laugh, and kept talking. “Did I steal something from you?” she added, laughing. “Did I steal from you like your useless wife?” Her friends laughed softly behind her, covering their mouths. That was the absolute limit for me. Before her laugh even died down, I stepped up and slapped her across the face with all my strength. The sound was so loud it echoed. The slap sent Cassie tumbling right off the couch onto the floor. Her teacup smashed against the glass table, spilling tea everywhere.

He roared in anger, “Slap me again and I’ll make you regret it!” Smack! “Why can’t I slap you?” Smack! “See if I’ll regret this!” Smack! “Who’s regretting now, huh?” Smack, smack, SMACK! Spark started noticing that his face was becoming numb from all the slaps. It was as if he had been electric shocked. He thought that he was going to die from all this beating. So, he decided to stop being stubborn and begged for mercy. “Please Bro, please stop slapping me! I’ll admit it, I was wrong! I’m sorry, please just stop! It hurts!”

Chapter 9: Harley's Sick Love October Harley My vision is blurred by the strobe lights as I seductively climb the shiny pole with both hands while eye-fucking the audience. When I reach the top, I wrap my legs around it and let myself fall. As I sway back and forth to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, my hair sweeps across the stage. I twirl my body around the pole while still hanging upside down as Ride by Ciara hums in my ears and my hips methodically follow the beat. I see Stacks watching my routine from the back corner of the club, his eyes glistening with admiration and approval. Bills flutter throughout the air, cascading over the stage from the hungry men applauding my

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

She looked like she might shatter if someone spoke too loudly near her. I laughed. Not quietly. Not politely. I laughed like someone watching a badly rehearsed play. “You’re hilarious,” I said out loud. “Truly.” I watched her bow. Once. Twice. Again. By the fifth time, I was counting. “Six… seven… eight…” When she reached ten, I clapped slowly, mockingly, at my screen. “Brilliant performance.” Then came the slaps. Ten of them. Each one carefully measured. Not too hard to scar her face permanently. Just enough to draw sympathy. Just enough to show “remorse.”

The only thing I'm pursuing is to build an ecosystem where hardworking performers feel at ease, slackers and speculators fear for their livelihood, and ungrateful people have nowhere to hide. There was a thunderous applause at the end of my speech. I walked down the stage, and Jayden and Dustin approached me at once. Jayden took off his coat and draped it around my shoulders. Just as I was preparing to leave the venue with him, a waitress bringing along a tray of drinks suddenly rushed out from my side and accidentally bumped against my elbow. The tray tipped over, and some hot coffee was about to spill all over me when Jayden suddenly grabbed me and shoved me behind him so the coffee spille