The Brutal Telling Novels & Stories

It was a calculated move, a self-inflicted wound that would serve as evidence of a struggle. The initial shock of the pain startled Athena, but she swiftly channeled her focus into the larger purpose at hand. She knew that to sell her story convincingly, she needed more than just a bruised hand. With a determined resolve, she pressed her knuckles against the rough surface of the wall, scraping her skin and tearing it open.

His fingers dug into my flesh with such force that I knew I would be left with bruises, a lasting reminder of this horror. He plunged into me in one swift, brutal thrust, knocking the air out of my lungs and sending a searing pain through my abdomen, like my insides were being torn apart. The force of it made me gnash my teeth in agony, my hands instinctively flying to my swollen belly, desperate to shield the life growing inside me. But there was no time to recover, no moment to catch my breath. Before I could even comprehend the extent of the pain, Zane began to move inside me with an urgency that had nothing to do with desire. It was a raw, brutal need to dominate, to conquer, as if he we

NIKOLAI "HOW MANY FUCKING times do I have to tell you—I didn’t take your shit. This is pathetic,” I bit out, wincing as pain flared through my side. Another punch landed, sharp and painful, but I barely flinched. My glare snapped to the brute in front of me, my mind already calculating. Ways to slice him open. Methods to break him apart. He’d regret every goddamn hit the moment I got free—or when my people found me, whichever came first.

he said pulling me roughly to him, I winced in pain but tried to free myself from his grip. He got angry and slapped me. “You fucking bitch, who do you think you are!” he bellowed still trying to pull me to him, but I kept struggling. He then pushed me hard, and I hit the wardrobe then fell. I could feel the blood on my back. My stitches opened. The pain was worse than when I was being stabbed. “That serves you right!” he walked out. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried.

None of there victims escaped death, every though in one blow the kill twenty , they made sure none of there victims survived, they were like the Viking beginning to exist again in flesh. They strength marvel me at many point. Blood dripped from them as they killing splashing more blood on them selves, with they bare hands they killed a thousand. I had heard about stories about them as much as I imagined them to be I didn’t think that they would be so brutal, they killed like they had no hearts of there own, it was like they had no emotion, Anthony looking as serious as ever while Micheal as usual had a smile on his face. Screaming they run and attack with no weapons but their bare hands, so

She bit her lip harder, so much she drew blood which stained the glass she rested on. He didn't wait. He didn't take pity. He didn't give mercy, and she wanted none as he began pounding her. This wasn't like his usuals. This wasn't hard or gentle. It was brutal, and her? She was in for all. "Mr. Briggs!" "Oh...Mr. Briggs!" "Yes!! Yes please don't have mercy! Fuck me like that! I want you deeper! Don't stop please!" "Ahhhh!!!!" All shame was probably dropped by his office door before she came in.

I clawed at his muscular back, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into me roughly. "Braden....stop please. You are too rough!" I shivered in pain. "Allow me have you baby" Braden husky voice said to me but I shook my head at him. He pounded into me continuously as a reply, giving me painful but deliberate strokes. I cried the more, my nails clawing at his chest. "No you are hurting me please" I quaked. Braden gave no response but more and more ripping thrusts into me. I pressed my head onto the sheets of the pillow, my pupils dilating and my cries racing to a higher pitch.

She pointed the sword in my direction with an expressionless face. "A man of few words, my foot. I'm going to get straight to the point by reading out the penalty for your crimes. In a norm for a rape case, the man's cock will be fed to the dogs as meat and then their head feeds to hyenas in the mountains. But since it was an attempted rape, you will be castrated by me at this moment." She spouted without showing a sign of forbearance. I almost gloated but held my peace.

They were killing in me in the most brutal way. "Fuck she is still so tight man..." "Her breasts areee umm..... so fucking bigggg......" "Ohh....yes....!!" Their barely heard voices was killing my soul. They don't know that they are using just a dead body. "Umm....baby. Why are you crying..? We know you are also enjoying this as much as we are enjoying this...." I heard one of them saying that killed my already dead soul. They killed me brutally.... They brutally killed my soul....

said Alpha Kieran. Two warriors dragged a man in between them, brutally kicking him when he resisted. His wrists were chained, and his face was swollen from a beating. One eye swollen shut, with blood crusted down his jaw, yet he fought their grasp like a half-starved animal, with a crazy smile on his face, as though he’d already won. “Speak,” Kieran ordered. His voice was flat steel. “This is pointless,” Brutus rambled. We should have broken his neck at the border instead of staining our great hall with his filth.”