Romans & histoires The One Who Shall Grip

His grip was like a vice, and I felt a surge of fear. "I'm not done with you yet, Astrid," He said, his eyes glinting with amusement. I tried to pull my arm free, but Alpha Eric's grip only tightened. I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape. His grip was so tight that I started to feel my hand getting cold due to the unbearable force. Just as his grip on my arm was starting to hurt, a sudden movement caught my attention. With a swift motion, a hand reached out and grasped Alpha Eric's wrist, twisting it until he was forced to release his grip on my arm. I felt a surge of relief as I was freed from Alpha Eric's grasp.

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.

My steps paused due to his tight grip on my hand and his shouting, "How dare you have to walk away from me without replying anything to me ??." Realizing that prolonging his rage further would lead me to face unwanted problem. Therefore, I told him in low tone, "Sorry sir. Please leave my hand. I have to go urgently." Contrary to my thought that he would leave my hand after my apology, I felt his tight grip on my chin. He made me to look him using his grip on my chin. My chin pained due to his grip. Eventhough I want to remove his grip from my face, I was feared that he would get angry if I touch him. I know that he don't like to be touched by someone like me. Therefore, I stood quietly and

he matched her eyes in sincere gaze, emphasising on his words as if he'd keep his promise till end, "I swear to god I'll cut that tongue out, understood?" He spit the threat as it's fear evidently slid in her eyes, widening in response. His finger swiftly left her lips to hold her tiny her face in a single hand, gripping her cheeks, making her lips form an unintentional O. Her arms helplessly held his wrist hoping to get free as his hold only tightened, hurting her jaw, "Understood?" he softly asked, sharply contrasting his brutal grasp.

she shouted. Reyes turned toward her, a snarl half-formed on his face—but that momentary shift in focus was all Triston needed. With deliberate precision and unyielding rage, Triston surged forward and clamped his jaws around Reyes’s throat in a savage, final grip. His fangs sank deep, locking into sinew and flesh with brutal purpose—a death hold that promised no mercy.

He growled, bending down, and grabbing my arm. As he tightened his grip, I clenched my teeth, unable to take the pain any longer. "Listen here, you are going to let go of me, or so help me Moon Goddess, you won't hear the end of it. " I whispered while trying to release my arm from his hand. However, he just tightened it tighter. "You won't get away with this!"

Fredrick thrashed beneath me, desperately trying to loosen my grip, but I held on with unyielding determination. In that pivotal moment, I felt a surge of power, a primal energy that surged through my entire being. I channelled it into a crushing force, and with a sickening snap, Fredrick's neck gave way beneath my relentless grip. His body fell limp beneath me, lifeless and defeated.

Into her. He closed the distance in a single decisive step and seized her upper arm—firm, unyielding, not violent but absolute. His other hand came to her waist, still large even as his beast-form had begun to recede slightly, claws less curved but strength undiminished. The contact grounded her with brutal clarity. His grip spoke in pressure and heat: here. now. mine to hold. Heat flooded back into her awareness of him. The upward pull faltered. “That is enough.”

C2: Mr Grip Raine's hands flew to the thing gripping her neck, only to realize it was an arm. Then she slowly saw gray eyes with a fiery glint in them. “Who..are...you?” the one gripping her asked, his voice edged with caution. Raine couldn't speak. Instead, she hit his hand and swung her leg forward, kicking him. “Damn,” the man cursed in pain and instantly let go of her. She cautiously put her hand into the small bag she had learned to carry at all times for emergencies.

His fingers drew sensual patterns on my inner thigh as I tried to swat his hand drawing no attention. He had moved closer as if there was no cold war between us as his other arm casually rested behind my chair. I crossed my legs to keep his advances at the bay. Gosh, what was he even thinking? An audible sigh of relief left my mouth when I heard the bell ring and his hand on my leg clutched me tighter when I tried to get up. I tensed when he moved closer until his breath fanned my earlobes. "There is no stopping the next time. Be prepared." The husky whisper of his masculine voice was gone the moment it ended, taking away the warmth.