Slash Man Novels & Stories

The sleepiness left her eyes when she saw how serious the training was. She almost ran away when she met the man assigned to train her on gun fighting. The man is very tall and huge. His face was so stern like he was forced to teach her. He looked like he could just squash her in his palm. Mr. Nickolas is his name. *** Mr Smith was totally confused on what to do. He's worked hard to get Mr and Mrs Williams out of the way, and he didn't expect Mr Mc Millan's sudden opposition to his quest for more wealth.

A darker and stronger aura I felt from this man, even his voice that sounded heavy already made me goosebumps. I slowly stepped back. I began to feel uncomfortable "what's wrong? why don't you ask like that again?" asked the man walking towards me. I shook my head roughly. My feet continued to step back. It was useless. Because the next second, the man walked quickly towards me, embracing my waist and making my body so close to his body. "I'm Nathan," said the man with a sly smile, "and I hate the woman you are asking about, hahahahah," he laughed. I was already too scared, so I unconsciously grabbed the knife from behind me, took it out, and slashed it right into the man's arm. The man shri

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.

“The masked man just stood where I just fell from. It was as if he were admiring something interesting. His gaze made my hair stand on edge. It was simply too creepy. Well, the enemy wasn’t supposed to tell me beforehand if he wanted to attack again. I could use this window of shock to wreak more havoc on him. A one-on-one fight was better than a gang fight for me. [Slash!] Slash!!] Slash!!!] Slash!!!!] The four remaining members of his team weren’t as fast as he was, and that was my advantage. They were soon lying on the ground, just like the first four I killed. I slashed their throat with my fangs, pulling out the last chance they had of thinking about healing themselves.

It didn't take long for word to spread—people claimed Stella was a medical genius without the degree to prove it. Soon, people were lining up, willing to pay thousands to consult her on the live stream. One day, she called to threaten me. "Sylvia, who cares if you didn't clear that up? I've already made it to the top! If you know what's good for you, divorce Kyle and leave with nothing! "I have millions of fans now. Believe me, I have plenty of ways to make you and that doomed child of yours suffer!"

The red mist sprays into the white smoke of the flashbang, painting the air. The man on the right spins, his knee blown out by a high-caliber round. He hits the ground screaming. Spadino erupts from the pile of leaves near the fountain. He isn't holding a gun. He is holding a pair of curved karambits. He moves like a blur of grey maintenance uniform and lethal intent. He is on the kneeling man before the scream leaves his throat. Slash. Spadino cuts the hamstring. Slash. He opens the throat. It is efficient. It is brutal. It is a dance of blood.

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

Before he finished his words— The man with the bronze grimace mask with the saber handle suddenly moved, and like an arrow released from a string, shot toward Su Long. Along his way, the man waved his hand behind him. The dragon-patterned bloody saber that was inserted in the ground emitted a series of tremolos. Just with a flash, it returned to the hand of the man with the bronze grimace mask. "Kill!" "Holding the saber, driving the wrist, and chopping down!"

"Quilton, can't you get Mr. Brown to take her? You know I've wanted this wedding for ten years." "If you hadn't insisted it was an Al deepfake, Holly wouldn't have ended up like this! If anything happens to her, you'll pay for it!" Quilton snapped. Sally looked at the man who had just been so affectionate toward her, then stumbled two steps back. … "Faster! Hurry! Drive faster!" Quilton shouted like a madman at the driver. My blood was still flowing out at an increasing pace. Quilton took off his suit and wrapped me up, trying to slow the bleeding. The blood on his palm was so vivid that it drove him to the brink of madness.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.