The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

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

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.

Instead, I felt a firm grip around my wrist. With her face contorted in strain and determination, Serene glared down at me, the tendons in her outstretched arm standing taut against her skin as she clutched my wrist in a vice-like grip. "I've got you, bitch!" she growled through clenched teeth, the tendons in her neck bulging with the effort of holding my weight. Her dark eyes bored into mine, conveying a mixture of worry and relief that she had managed to catch me in time.

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.

occasionally the rubbing would stop and I would feel a finger inside me. This felt so good!!.... i could barely conceal my moans... He was so good at this. Damon looked straight into my eyes while doing this to me. He had that knowing crooked smile.... he knew how good he was making me feel. His other hand was on cupping my cheek, keeping my face in place so that I could not break our eye contact even if I wanted too. "Think you can take two fingers beautiful", Damon said with a smirk on his face. In between my moans, the word barely came out of my mouth ...."ye....es".

I’m as charged as I am edged with yet another thing slipping through my grasp. His long dark hair becomes the leash I grab on to. The control I need with it spiraling. Visual reminders, physical barriers that hold me back, and keep me in check. The flex isn’t rough, I don’t put an ounce of real pressure in the grip that tells him to get down to business before I lose my shit and obliterate his ass. Rather than down, he comes up from the soft points he’s been working on. Joining our mouths again with a hungry moan of excitement. Grimm’s grind so close to any female I’ve had; so wet and impatient for dick they can’t sit still.

My grip slam him extremely hard against the tough door. He cries He screench and groan against the wall Well I care less My chocking grip around him tightens over second It continually drain every life force within him Well it'll drain his last life atom and drop him lifeless and dead if he airs no words Am never releasing my grip expect he commence explanation "What's your discovery?!" I snar He fumble with his words My grip tightens more My palm gradually morph into it's beastial form

“So fuck off.” Rough hands grab my shoulders, wrists, and suddenly I’m being pulled. My hurt wrist screams with pain. My feet dig into the tile but the two guys are too strong for me. With a yank, I’m jolted forward and only avoid falling on my face thanks to their death grip on my arms.