The Hitting Novels & Stories

Brek hits me at ninth hour. Not hard. Controlled, measured, the kind of hit that's designed to test response rather than cause damage. He's been doing this for three days and every time his fist connects I can see him doing math in his head — calculating what should happen versus what does. What should happen: I go down. Compensate. Recover slow. What does: I don't go down.

If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics. The omega took action, planted his feet and waited for the incoming strike. He made sure to raise his heart rate and up the muscle density of his arms, he was going to need it for this to work. Azrin had one shot at this, and he knew the blond would not fall for it a second time.

The hit landed across his shoulder, knocking him back a step, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. Victor’s lips twisted into a smile, his fingers curling into fists. “You’re still trying to fight me? After everything happened?” He took another step forward. “You think you can save yourself by hitting me with a stick? I’ll break you, so that you can never stand against me.”

“Hey- “he complained as he dodged the bag from hitting his head but was a bit late from dodging Harley when she lunged herself at him. “You- “she hit his arms. “Told” Hit. “Your.” Hit. “Evil.” Hit. “Step.” Hit. “Mother.” Hit. “That.” Hit. “I” Hit. “Was” Hit. “Drunk.” Hit. She stopped hitting his hands and glared down at him, his face was up in a smirk as he stared back at her. The idiot didn’t even bother to block. “Violent Red is one character I want to see all the time.” He remarked.

When I'm pulling an overnight shift at midnight, I receive a text from my boyfriend of five years, Robert Howell. "I've already ended the rental agreement on our previous apartment. I'm sending you our new address now." After glancing at the address, realization dawns on me immediately. "Is this because of Daisy again?" Daisy Baldwin is the so-called delicate yet strong-willed young woman, whom Robert has mentioned to me. This is our third time moving apartments in just half a year. We've moved from a high-end apartment located in the boisterous city all the way to a residential area in the rural slums. All this… just so Robert can get closer to Daisy. I must have exposed Robert's tr

Like always. The first hit didn't crack. It was dull. Like something thrown against a wall. The second was louder. It hit his stomach. The air rushed out of him. "This crap is what you brought home? A C? A goddamn C?!" The man's voice rose, and another blow came—this time to his ribs. Lennox doubled over, but he didn't cry. He didn't beg. Not anymore. "Don't you get it?! If you don't learn how to hit, you'll always be the one getting hit! Understand?!"

he snapped, the car speeding through the trees in complete recklessness. “No we can’t! You flipping got me pregnant!” I said, starting to slap him again. “Hayley if you don’t stop hitting me I am going to crash into a tree” he growled, “Just keep your hands to yourself” he pushed me off of him once again, me folding my arms. “Maybe you should think about keeping your hands off of me for a change” The car immediately halted, him turning towards me. “Hayley, don’t go there” he threatened but I was already fuming.

hit me like a punch. I twisted, driving my knee up toward his ribs, he released me before impact stepping back, yet, I did not pause, I pressed, launching into a killing sequence still, he blocked everything, not with brute force but with precision. His movements were minimal, efficient each one placed where it needed to be, and with all he was not attacking.

My heart was beating fast as I tired to hold my bat tightly. I stood beside Lester as I watched him approach the first one. He hit the head so hard I swear I heard a crack. The sick person went down with a screeching sound as Lester kicked it pulling his bat out. I mean how soft are thier heads. One began to approach me with speed as I said a quick prayer. It sneered at me and I prepared to hit it. I swiped my legs beneath her and fell down with a loud thump. I swung my bat and it hit the head. It snarled as it reached it hands towards me. I swung the bat again and it hit the head harder this time and I watched as the arms went limp.

she reached out, steadily grabbing the man's arm that was about to hug him up again, and as soon as the big man saw her, he grinned hideously: "Was worried about hitting the right man. Or you know what to do. Be good ......" Out of the corner of her eye, she swept to the fat man dropped on the ground baseball bat, crouched down and picked up, gulped toward the other side of a flurry of smash. The method of hitting people is very rusty, there are no rules and regulations, and she does not know whether she hit someone or not, just at this moment, ten thousand instincts to demand for life, ten thousand wills to resist. "Roll!" "Get out!" "Don't come any closer!"