The Slap That Ended 18 Years Novels & Stories

“Oh, please. You think just because you're dating a billionaire and he knocked you up, you think you can talk to me like that? You feel like you own the world now just because you're carrying that…. thing in your belly?” That's it. That's the last straw. Every nerve in my body went on fire. Liam rules from earlier…all gone. I turned to him and whispered. “I'm sorry, Liam, but I have to do this.” Before Kate could blink, I slapped her hard across the face. The sound echoes through the room.

“He will apologize to me. On your behalf. He has done it his entire life and he will do it again because that is who he is and that is who I am and you cannot compete with—” Her hand came up. Fast. I didn’t flinch. The slap turned my head and the world tilted sideways and I caught the edge of the table and stood there with the heat blooming across my face and the taste of blood at the corner of my mouth. The space was completely silent. Vivienne straightened her sleeve. “That,” she said quietly, “is what happens when—” Her hand came up again. It didn’t land. Nate’s hand closed around her wrist.

They had been married for over a decade, and not once did he lay a hand on her. "Carl Stewart! How dare you slap me! Are you asking for trouble?" Kate roared. Smack! Another sharp sound echoed. Carl had slapped her again. "If it weren't for you, Lilith wouldn't have left the villa! If she didn't leave, she wouldn't have died like this! How are we going to explain to Caspian when he returns?" Carl chided. Kate lost her composure after he slapped her twice. She immediately swung her arms and hit him back.

“Isn’t that what you are? Just fucking go back to London so I don't have to see your face ever again!” The silence that followed hurt more than the slap. It pressed down on us, haunting us for every word we had ever said. Slade looked at me like something inside him had finally broken. “You know what? I’m done.” His voice was low, calm in a way that scared me even more than when he was mad.

“You’re being hysterical, Reyna. I won’t let you ruin my life with this mistake.” The argument escalated, with voices rising in intensity until the room felt suffocating. In the heat of the moment, Nicholas’s patience snapped. His hand swung, the force of the slap echoing through the room. Reyna stumbled backwards, the sting on her cheek accompanied by a deep, searing pain in her chest.

She was anxious that after the slap, she might forever be banned in the entertainment industry. Serenity turned to Lyra and said, "I think you're mistaken. I'm not his girlfriend, so don't waste your time begging me." After that, she looked up at Lucas and told him, "She slapped me once, and I've slapped her back, so we're even now. I don't need to slap her anymore." "Is that so?" Lucas responded in a flat voice. No one could guess what he felt from the tone of his voice. "Mr. Gomez," Serenity added, "thank you for the meal and your hospitality. I’d like to get home early today, so please excuse me."

“I spent years trying, mum. Years. Trying to be the daughter you would finally acknowledge.” Tears blurred my vision. “But you never did.” Silence. “All you ever did was complain. Blame. Tear me down.” I shook my head. “But that ends today.” My voice dropped. Calm. Cold. Final. “As of today…” A pause. “You’re dead to me.” The slap came fast. Loud. A sharp crack that echoed through the room. My head snapped to the side. Heat spread across my cheek instantly. Burning. For a second, everything went still.

Slap! The sound of a slap reverberated across the entire corridor! Philip swung his hand down and forcefully slapped Martha across the face! The mistreatment and grievance he had endured throughout the past three years were all compressed into this one slap. It was enough to send Martha flying to the floor! “Ah!”

Her instinct kicked in as she raised her hand and gave him a slap. Slap! It was a crisp sound, but it was not too loud as the room was very noisy. Therefore, it did not attract too many people's attention. Producer Yoder, who had too much to drink, was infuriated. He was a big shot in the entertainment industry, and even when a few women denied him, they did not dare to slap him. "B*tch! How dare you slap me? You must be out of your mind!"

It was like someone threw a bucket of ice water on me and I was frozen. “That is true, I choose you to be my woman,” Luciano said. He kept leaning onto me and I knew exactly what he wanted next to happen, Until… I slapped him. I should fuck myself. My quick reflexes got me into trouble once again and this time, the punishment wouldn’t be lesser than the death penalty because the person I slapped was none other than a blood-sucker. I should have thought about doing it, I should have controlled my hands. Damn, Jennifer Miller, it’s your last day.