Stomach Punching Stories Novels & Stories

Gunn asked, slamming his fists into my stomach, I clenched my muscles against the blow. "That's my line," I seethed through my teeth, punching him square on the jaw. He stumbled back from me, I took the opportunity and tripped him over my feet. He stumbled to the ground, but managed to push himself back up on his feet. He wiped the blood from his mouth, smirking in my direction he raised his fists again. "Stop being nice to me because my uncle is watching," I hissed out before storming at him. He knocked me off my feet, landing me flat on my ass.

No! Those goons are begging him to stop and forgive him but he's just effortlessly punching them. I screamed when he punched a guy and I saw his tooth falling out of his mouth along with a mouthful of blood. I felt sick in my stomach. His fist stopped in the air when he heard my scream. The way his head tilted in my way slowly and he narrowed his cold fury full eyes at Stella and then at me, my breath hiccup in my throat. His jaw muscles clenched before he said " Get her out of here! "

Ohh my baby brother always asking questions " Just do it, show me how hard you can punch." I encouraged him He looked at me for the last time and came forward then punched me on my stomach I can't believe he really did it! Haha! I think I annoyed him so much so he found it a chance to take revenge Okay, honestly, his punch was bad enough to put someone in coma, but my abs are like a metal shield haha let's not exaggerate it was painful but not painful enough to put me in coma

I began to smell the stinky, stainless steel smell. Bugh! I responded even more robust until Eloy fell. I sat on his stomach and gave him another punch. He turned me over, pounding me back and forth. My strength is not muscular. Eloy got up and kicked me in the stomach. I wiped my nose and felt blood. Eloy kicked my stomach again while stamping my stomach. I'm not healthy anymore. It feels like everything in my stomatch is about to come out. My gaze began to blacken. Krack!!!

I wasn't quick enough, his blade stabbed my stomach earning a groan from me. One of the first two punched the spot, pushing the blade deeper into my flesh. The other tried to punch my face but I grabbed his wrists, pinning him in place as I shoved a blade through his jaw, his tongue fell to the floor, blood painting the edges of his lips. I kicked the third one who thought it was wise to sneak up on me, his back crashing against the stairs.

The sword was thrown away. Stella kicked her on the left rib, but Charlotte quickly grabbed her legs and elbowed them hard. I heard some gasps from the crowd. Stella seems to enjoy this, so she tried to punch her left and right, but Charlotte dodged it. Charlotte then lowered her body, punched her jaw, and then kicked her right in the stomach.

I begged him softly. "You motherfucker! You have no use for a wife, you bring me bad luck, it's better to be here in the mansion than to work, you're not helping me, you're still flirting with my cousin, fuck you!" My world almost shook when he punched my stomach without saying a word. I bit my lip as the pain in my stomach started to increase. "L-Lance..." I called out to ask for help, I almost lost my breath from the pain that enveloped my body.

he said and turn his fingers into a fist ready to punch while I did the same and watched him closely. He threw the first punch which landed on my stomach, causing me to shriek in pain, as I held the spot. I was still in pain when he rushed again, trying to punch me on my shoulders, but I was quick enough to retreat causing the crowd to chant. "I see I have a worthy opponent now," I said and punched his mouth, which gave him a broken lip. We continue to fight ourselves, giving injuries to ourselves until I couldn't move again. I put all my energy into winning that I didn't realize I had no more strength to fight back, due to the fact of wanting him to see me as a worthy opponent...

someone shouted, and a fist plowed into my stomach. “My husband,” another screamed, yanking on my hair to punch me in the jaw. Another followed, and another, and another. Each screaming their pain in my face as they hurt me. I tried to plead my innocence, despite knowing I was mute. No one seemed to care as they continued to hurt me. Eventually, I stopped feeling the hits and only felt pain.

“But your work isn’t done. I’m giving you a second chance. Screw this up again, and you know what will happen.” He pulled the gun away and tucked it back into his coat. I wanted to fall to the ground in relief. But I didn’t get the chance. Before I could move, before I could breathe, he punched me. Hard. Right in the stomach. The pain exploded inside me. My body folded in on itself. I collapsed to my knees, arms wrapping around my belly. I cried out, gasping for air that refused to come. The pain was unbearable—raw, sharp, and all-consuming.