Romans & histoires The One Who Shall Grip

He growls thickly as his grip tightens around my body. "Everything."

He touches her hand, which is flailing free of the towel. Her tiny fingers hit his massive thumb. Reflexively, she grabs it. Her grip is tight. Her fingernails, tiny and translucent, dig into his skin. Ciro stops breathing. He stares at his hand, engulfed by the infant's grasp. The contrast is staggering—the scarred, lethal hand of the Enforcer held captive by the newborn. "Look at that grip," Ciro whispers. "She's got me." Spadino crowds in on the other side, unable to stay away. He wipes his hands on his pants, trying to clean off the sweat of his panic.

he added. I distanced myself and pulled my hair but he clutched it tight and pulled it. Should I apply the self-defense Grip taught me? Or should I just kick his balls? “What do you want?” I reached for his hand that was on my hair and tried to remove it. “I don’t mind if you’re a medius or you’re not a virgin as long as you’re tight. As long as you could satisfy me. Sleep with me Serra or–” “Sleep forever.” Grip appeared behind him. His face darkened in immense anger. He put his scythe around his neck. His grip around his scythe was firm.

Belladonna nodded to whatever the man said and then took off to the entrance. "SEIZE HER." The man called out pointing at me and in a blink of an eye, I was held down by four pairs of hands with my hands tightly pinned on my back! My voice failed to come out as my brain was screaming a loud, inaudible sound that wanted to know just WHAT THE FUCK was going on right now! "I won't let any of those filthy creatures go loose, I will catch each and every one of them and skin them alive. Bring her here!"

Before I could react, his hand shot forward, wrapping around my throat in a merciless grip. "Do you think I care?" His voice was a low, menacing growl, vibrating with fury. "You are mine now. You breathe when I allow it. You speak when I permit it. And you will kneel when I command it." His grip tightened, cutting off my air. "Do you understand?" He barked, and I nodded, just so he'd let me breathe. My fingers clawed at his wrist, my legs kicking in desperation as spots danced in my vision.

She agreed within herself. “At the end of this round…” the quiz master was saying when Perfect nudged at Emmanuel while she held her palm to her slightly parted lips. “I think he’s about to tell her points!” she said with renewed ecstasy on her face. She was going to put her arm across his shoulder as anxiety gripped her but she got a hold of herself and only shut her eyes; probably her ears too because when she eventually opened her eyes again, what followed was a deafening applaud that she knew not what prompted it. * * * *

"Remember, don't you ever touch my face, lost soul!" exclaimed Rail very seriously and sarcastically. Ardina tried to let go of Rail's grip, but it seemed like she was doing it in vain. Because the grip is very tight and strong. Rail's gaze was very sharp, the sharpness of his gaze made Ardina's heart tremble violently. This was the first time for Ardina to feel such a strong heartbeat right now in her heart. "You better rest, and your strength for something more useful," said Rail releasing his grip roughly. Ardina grimaced slightly and stroked her wrist which was aching.

I looked at the dishes placed on the table one by one and realized that it was all my favorite. "I don't know what you want, but you just gave me a great idea" he then looked at me like he was going to do what I said. No! I don't wanna be killed! "I was just kidding! Forget about it!" Gosh, I still don't want to die! "Just eat" I sat down but I stared at his face first, I just noticed that he got the looks, he has this pair of mesmerizing green eyes, a perfect jawline, a pointed nose, and pinkish lips that can be mistaken as a Greek God.

“But it seems we’re building towards a most satisfying climax to this fight.” “Shut your filthy mouth. You know what I meant,” I snarl, straining against those stupidly strong hands encircled around my forearms with just enough pressure… to not be bruising in the slightest. It’s a firm but... somehow tender grip. And I need to stop being so aware of those fingers and that body. I need to just fucking… focus! “There is an army of exorcists and enforcers who are gonna come here after me, and they will fucking obliterate you.”

My entire posture goes rigid, my jaw locking instantly as my wolf hits the surface. "What are you holding in your hand?" The demand leaves my throat steady but dripping with pure heat. And people wonder why I don't play nice with the lower ranks. Every single time I soften my grip, it comes back to bite me. His dark brows knit together as his eyes drop down to my property, his throat moving as he swallows hard.