The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

I made to stand up, only for a sudden grip to attach on my ankles. My heart fell, dread growing deeper as the painful grip dragged me back before I was suddenly flipped over to my back. Vibrations spread through my skin, a sharp chill piercing me, but it wasn't from the cold. Atop me, holding me captive was the dankeh-man. His eyes glowed violently, and to my horror his face and body were larger than before, covered with fur. “Playtime's over." He growled out. Before I could move, my arms were caught under the grip of his hands, pushing me onto the ground as they dug painfully.

RALPH My grip on the man tightened as I felt the primal surge within me, propelled by the relentless force of my wolf. He refused me to relinquish my hold until he assured the guy no longer drew breath. The torment inflicted upon his mate had stoked an inferno of fury within my wolf, and this man had callously reopened the wounds. He's the one to suffer the consequences.

He reached close to my ear again. "In this little tale, *you* are the hare," he hissed, his tone sharpening like a blade. His hand shot forward, fingers curling around my throat in a vice-like grip. I gasped, choking as his grip tightened, the pressure building until it felt as though he were crushing the life out of me. "You underestimated me," he growled, his voice dropping into a darker, more guttural register. His eyes glinted with malice, reflecting the very depths of hell. "My intelligence begins where yours ends."

. His hand behind her head. He protected her Like child, he had his back towards the gun while she grasped him as well screaming in fear as the imam fired a round of shots from his gun stopping in utter shock when Aziz fell to his knees. Nadia screamed as she tried to hold him in balance and she lay his head on her lap. Blood was gushing from his mouth and she felt helpless. Only her ear piecing screams haunted the bleak atmosphere. When the imam fired his gun, the gossipy neighbours and strangers quickly fled the scene leaving a few brave ones to witness this atrocious act. The Imam stood horrified, breathing excessively, profusely but in a nervous way, miniature beads of sweat had forme

The words arrived and I was prepared for them, I had known they were coming from the moment I started the sentence, and being prepared for them did not stop them from landing the way they landed. I had begun to formulate the response, the careful one that would introduce the necessary complexity, when his hand closed around mine. Firm. Warm. The specific grip of someone who has decided something and is putting that decision into physical form, not the grip of someone grasping out of instinct or desperation but the deliberate, chosen grip of someone who has stopped calculating what the grip communicates and has simply taken hold. Ethan.

The maid's eyes widened in fear, and she tried to break from her grip but Betty held tight. The maid's eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but Betty's grip was like a vice. She tried to pry Betty's fingers loose, but Betty's determination only grew stronger. The two women wrestled, their breathing heavy, as they stumbled backwards and forwards. Betty's strength surprised her, as she managed to overpower the maid. She pinned the maid to the ground, her knees pressed into her chest, holding her down. The maid's face turned red, her eyes bulging as she tried to buck Betty off.

“Excuse me while I show you to your seat.” “Boss, I would deal with her.” It was him, the guard, eyeing me down in the cruelest way possible. It was now very glaring that he didn’t like me. He started walking toward me and grabbed my arm in one strong grip that I couldn’t conceal my discomfort. Just then, he looked up, and our gazes locked for a brief moment. “Let her be”. If I weren’t in trouble, I would have frozen at that moment but he spoke again. “Just get me out of here.” He said, directing his words at me.

But Thade shocks me, reaching out, snatching my hand before I can touch the weapon. Burnt by his touch I try to snatch my hand back, but he grips it. Holding it tight between his own. My eyes narrow with disgust as he holds me trapped with his gaze, intent as he lifts my hand. Don’t you dare, don’t you dare touch me! I want to scream it at him, but with everyone watching I grit my teeth.

Sebastian suddenly grabbed her wrist and a scream came out of Evelyn's mouth. His grip was so hard that Evelyn started to feel the pain. She was now afraid of him. "Sebastian. Leave me. Ahhh. You are hurting me." When she was still trying to free her arm, he pulled her with a jerk, which caused her to fall on him. He was enjoying the fear written on her face and asked in a cold voice. "Tell me, how are you feeling? Am I scaring you? Because you'll have to play this game to know me." By saying this, he freed her arm with a jerk.

my grip tightened, claws extending and blood trickling down my hand. He struggles under my hold, limbs flailing, chains clinking, his efforts making him dyspneic, my rage has fully consumed me now. Bringing up my other hand, he mumbles out “...Fi...traitors..” before his body goes slack from the sickening snap of his neck.