The Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

Instinct even. "We got a tap out!" The announcer affirms the win, declaring Bret's lifeless hand hitting the mat a tap out. I just killed him. I just killed someone.

It appeared as if his speed had reached its extreme, delivering nine punches in the same instant. Immediately after, his body returned to its original spot. The nine living beings’ bodies had exploded, turning into blood mist floating in the air. Xzavion was not a merciful character either. Even though he had given a warning, he would not show mercy if these otherworldly living beings sought death. He killed the nine powerhouses from the other world with a single punch. After the punch, he turned and looked at James. With a satisfied look on his face, he asked, “This punch surpassed the limit, didn’t it?”

Everything inside Renee snapped. "Finley!" She grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it over his head. "Dream on! Even if you throw yourself off this roof tonight, I won't let Wright work with you! Your pathetic company is done!" She stormed out, heels clicking, leaving Finley sprawled on the floor. Blood dripped down his forehead, warm and sticky. He touched it, dazed. "Claire... I'm bleeding. Where are you? Bring the first aid kit..."

Pain exploded through my body as my head hit the floor, and my vision blurred, blood trickling down my face. But I wasn’t finished yet. When the fourth guy came at me, I caught his hand mid-swing. With a sharp twist, I brought my knee up, snapping his arm with a loud crack. He screamed, but I didn’t give him a chance to recover. I unleashed a flurry of straight punches and heavy hooks, each one connecting with his face and upper body until he crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

||Zachery|| I punched him really hard on the face for the fifth time as he growled, bloods coming out of his mouth "Who the fuck sent you here!" I yelled over and over but he was not ready to talk getting me real pissed "I won't fucken tell you! He growled and I punched him again as more blood came out of his mouth "I won't make you fast but a slow one" I smirked ad I waved at one of my thugs ,he came up and I whispered to him which he understand immediately

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

At the same time, Dawn let out a sharp cry, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. “Dawn!” Justin didn’t even react to the slap. He shoved me aside and ran straight to her. Pain exploded as the back of my head slammed into the corner of the table, and my vision blurred. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes hard. When I looked up again, everyone had gathered around her. She, on the other hand, clutched her bleeding forehead with one hand and held the necklace in the other while saying something to me. In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words.

"Don't you dare walk out of this room!" I screamed. I lunged forward, my fingers digging into his forearm. I didn't care about being the "Perfect Wife" anymore. I was shaking so hard I could barely stand, my chest heaving with a pain so sharp it felt like physical glass.

Andrius glanced at Fatty Frank and his team and said, “Today is my first day in Team Five. Let’s not make things bloody. It’s inauspicious.” “Yes, yes, yes…” With that, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. Breaking a finger was better than losing his life. Then, Lothar pulled his dagger out and cut off one of his fingers without hesitation; his men followed. For a moment there, the room reeked of blood. Fatty Frank and his team were trust fund babies, but they had never seen anything gory or bloody, hence they were all rendered speechless. The painful screams from the men were like a requiem from hell, sending chills down their spines.