Tender Bang Novels & Stories

"I mean excessively short." Bang! "..."

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* Five loud bangs, and five new pits revealed themselves. “How?” Beastly Tiger exclaimed in shock seeing that he was fine. “Wandering,” Domineering Tiger stated with a complicated expression. Just when the paw was about to crush him, a blur carried him out of range and out of reach. It was the same for the others. The only person left was Arthur. *Roar*

* Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* " Stop it! Stop it! Stop it, Theo! " Vishv pulled me away from the system which I broke completely and emptied my pistol. I slapped my hands against my forehead while pulling my hair as I fell on my knees while screaming and crying " She's mine! She's fucking mine! "

“If you can make it to the wake, I will slip it to you. I will be among the crowd, and I'll feel safer there. Be there at eight pm.” “It's a tape of the assassination.” "A tape?" "Yes." “Okay, but how will I know who you are?” insisted Tommy. “I want to know how you look first,” the voice said. Tommy answered, “I'll be wearing a white polo barong. I'll be with another, who's tall, handsome, and wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. You . . . how will I know you?” “It's not important. My only desire is for you to have it.” And the voice hung up without waiting for him to say anything.

Some just know how to defend themselves, but Emily could not even throw a punch when I first met her, and she’s beautiful and charming and have so much compassion that I can’t think that someone ever bullied her, well not as a child, anyway. I stand up and pulled another bag closer and placed the hand gloves back on. My father’s voice runs like a river through my mind. “anger is hot, evil, and rage. This can help because it boosts your adrenaline through the roof and adds motivation and power to your punches, punch the bag, Blake!” Tears are streaming out of a 10-year-old boy’s eyes. “Stop crying Blake, tears make you weak!” the words repeat itself, while the blood is dripping on the floor w

"Can you give me a spare shirt and trousers, please?" "Of course," I walk to my closet and fetch the smallest possible shirt and trousers that will fit her. She opens the door slightly and sticks out her hand. "Thai, Chinese, or Indian?" I ask her whilst standing outside, handing the clothes over to her. "What?" She grabs them and shuts the door. "Food. Thai, Chine-" "I'm not hungry." "But I am." Anger eats my energy and since I am being stopped from beating him, I have to eat as a distraction. Plus, Celeste needs to eat too.

isabella begged. "okay! okay, just don't freak out okay?. so the apartment your friend lives in belongs to Edgar Linton. he is the one who forces helpless women into prostitution. all the other 20 girls including your friend worked as a prostitute for him to earn their life. Edgar owed a heck lot of money to Marco, but he spend the entire money in his gambling ways and had nothing to pay to Marco so Marco executed him but then Marco got to know that all these helpless women earned their living on his support but Marco didnt like the idea of any women or girl selling her body to able to do basic things like live and get education so he took them in" lindsay explained.

The tones on the left half are warmer and softer– subtle pinks and purples contrasting with the darker background. Batman and Cat woman are positioned so that when the phone halves meet, Cat woman is in Batman’s arms. Zack follows Anna’s pointing finger to the website displaying the couple cover. His green eyes widen slightly when he sees the particular design she is indicating. “That one is perfect,” he agrees instantly, his competitive capture clearly satisfied by find something they both agree on. “That looks so sexy.” He tilts his phone so she can get a better view from beside him on the bench. Their shoulders brush as they lean over the screen together, creating a comfortable bubble of

It would be tender, a promise of more, showing her how much I cared. My grip tightened, stroking faster. Imagined her pajamas gone, her body bare. Tits heaving as she breathed heavy. I'd cup them, thumbs circling her nipples gentle, then pinching till she whimpered. Fuck, yes. She'd arch into my touch, eyes locked on mine, begging without words. In that gaze, I'd see her vulnerability, the trust she gave me, and it would make me love her deeper.

The softness of a woman, the promise of a few moments of bliss. “Baby, yeah. Almost there. Oh, yeah, suck harder.” He could virtually sense his impending release. So close. So deliciously close.