Stomach Punching Stories Novels & Stories

The man stretched his arms, matching towards papa whose back was hunched, struggling to get on his feet as Master Hammond shouted. With mouth dripping with blood, my Papa rose to his feet. A loud cheer erupted as my Papa came running, clashing into the man whose fist collided with his mouth at the same time my papa's hit his stomach. Both groaned and clashed to the ground. Papa rolled away from the man. Again, both men already covered in blood ran to get eachother's life. This time, Papa successfully knocked him off his feet, not wasting time before he gripped his neck and sent him blows. The man yelped with pain and jammed his elbow into Papa's stomach.

River tells him, just before she punches him in the stomach. “The pain of having your mate cheat on you, is like someone is punching you over and over again in the gut” she says before she punches him again. “Your heart, stutters and hurts as though someone is stabbing it with a knife” she continues as she hits him in the chest with the flat of her hand.

After plucking all of his nails out Emiliano threw the plucker away agressively. His hand was all tainted with the blood of that man coming out the void space in which he has nails early before. He gave a look to Alejandro and he came forward making the man gulp in fear who was already crying. The second he blinked his eyes Alejandro started punching his stomach non stop making his breath almost stop. The man started panting like a dog due to all the air pushed out of his lungs. After sometime of punching him in guts Alejandro gave a victory smirk to that man and at last kicked him in his face backing away from there.

Does she want to die just because of a purse? I pick up the guy from on top of her and just punch him hard on the stomach? He falls off the floor and clutches his stomach as he groans in pain. The other one charges up to me in full force, but he is met by my hard blow on his nose. He doesn’t even wait, he just runs in the opposite direction screaming. The first one is just left on the floor crying.

"If you'll just let me go now." Once again, his gaze darkened, and soon a folded fist came down hard on my stomach, sending pain and the rage I thought was nonexistent into me. Hearing them laugh made it boil. So without thinking of the repercussions, I punched back—hard—hitting the side of his neck. Seeing him double over in pain sent a thrill running through me. Holy shit, I did that! I just fucking did that! Now to get the fuck out of this place before I was handled like a bitch.

I spat out, with anger and frustration His smile faded. “Because I want you to feel what it’s like to lose.” With that, he didn't eve give me the time to think or reply to that, he lunged and punched me hard in the stomach. I didn't see it coming, so I wasn't prepared amdi had no time to block the strike. The strike was heavy and I felt my stomach turn, it felt like I was going to throw up everything I had eaten that day, together with my intestines.

"Bella, come with me." "She's going nowhere." Reggie's hands were still on my waist. Brown saw it and tried to get in between us as he pushed Reggie aside and held me closely. "Take your hands off her!" Reggie yelled as his hands shot forward to forcefully grab Brown's shirt He then raised his other hand and ruthlessly landed two punches on his brother's stomach. Brown let out a groan as his body spasmed. He made a ragging sound as he felt his stomach churn making him want to vomit. He felt a recruiting pain while his face turned red as he held his stomach.

Blood trickled down my forehead as the rotten food hit me. "Pay us the money, or we'll make sure a greedy businessman like you gets what you deserve!" I didn't even know who yelled that, but the crowd surged forward, and they started kicking and punching me. In the chaos, someone kicked me in the stomach and knocked me to the ground. I could feel a searing pain burning inside me. Someone stomped on my leg, and with a crack, I heard my shin snap. The pain was so intense that I couldn't stop screaming.

I heard him lock the door from inside. He grabbed my hair and made me look at him. His eyes were blood red. I held his wrist with both my hands as the memories of twenty-two years in the Enver pack came crashing before my eyes. “UGH! Ah!” He punched me in my stomach, knocking out the air from my lungs. I slumped on the ground, gasping and heaving, coughing and wheezing, holding my stomach as I curled my body. The sharp, unbearable cramp in my stomach numbed every other pain I felt.

He staggered, stunned and I struck him with a brutal punch to the stomach sending him folding like cardboard. We fought like animals, willing to tear into each other as we rolled and tumbled around the grass. Punches came in heavy rhythm, him landing on my side, breaking my ribs; me crushing his shoulder, a grunt of pain. Blood and sweat mingled; our shirts were stained, the shouts of the festival in the distance mocking our barbarism. Every blow was a purge: for the lies he’d whispered into her ear, for the shadows he’d thrown over our pack, for how he’d wormed his way back into her life like poison ivy.