Violent Little Thing Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> This one was proving resistant to management. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" The violent part he could work with. Violence was clean. Violence had rules and consequences and a referee and a penalty box and everyone understood where the lines were even when they were being crossed. He knew how to be in a violent dynamic. He'd been in them before, on ice and off, and he knew how to hold his ground and when to disengage and how to protect himself without escalating beyond the point of no return. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It was the other part that was the problem.

They were just a bunch of stupid teenagers, anyway. I grabbed Ricky roughly by the hair and dragged him to his feet. He cried out in raw agony, but I didn't care. I landed a brutal punch directly to his face, followed by blow after blow to his face and stomach until he collapsed again. I repeated the exact same violent process with the others. If I had wanted to, I could have done a lot worse than that—but I didn't want to raise any serious suspicion just yet. Although I was absolutely certain none of these pathetic lapdogs would ever utter a word, I didn't want anyone in the real world to know about this. Not yet. I could not reveal this dark side of myself so early.

I looked at Valek, “So?” “I just pulled a prank.” Vincent came back to his seat, “Look at the basket.” He pointed at it and I pulled the thing closer and removed the cloth that was over it only to find a disfigured baby in it with a destroyed head. “What the fuck!!!?” “Before you say anything or feel anything.” Vincent spoke fast, “That’s a doll.” “What?” I looked at him in disbelief, “You’re lying.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV "Do you have to leave? Can't you send some minions? " he asked. I shook my head with a dark laugh. "The fucking minions are the ones causing problems. " He grinned as he turned to face me. I gazed at him and got lost in his eyes. I really like brown eyes. Fuck.

I had suffered more pain than this, but I was tired, both physically and mentally. “My, you have such soft skin. No wonder Vitale fancies you.” “You know, until now, I’d only heard rumours about bratkis being sneaky bastards. They kill. They maim. They torture. But they attack from behind like cowards.” He gritted his teeth, his meaty breath fanning my face. I scrunched my nose and seethed. “That’s how you attacked me. From the back. Sick fucks! I bet you treat your mothers and sisters like whores too.”

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

Her eyes immediately caught that brown helpless one through the gaps, tears straining her face as she was held down by two men, clothes ripped and her skin was shown. She's a fucking sixteen year old. Raven could hear the last string of rationality in her snap. That's it. These motherfuckers are gonna die today, and she'll be the one to skin them alive. Retreating her bleeding fist, she backed away a few inches from the wall before twisting her feet in such speed as she raised her other leg during the momentum, and within a second her foot collided with the wall. With just one kick, the wall came crumbling down, it couldn't withstand the impact she caused.

Leonardo said and he continued to clean up "You were right, I lied before" Lily said and Leonardo looked up at her "I tried to pretend that I'm okay with everything but I'm not Leonardo, you were right, I am scared, who wouldn't be? You know how I am always unable to stand a violent environment yet here I am with a gunshot wound and I am not complaining, you are violent Leonardo yes, but the fact that you also know how violent you are and how wrong it is already makes you a different breed than your father is, you are a dominating guy in sex too yet I still fantasize about having a wonderful sex experience with you, I grew up in a violent home and I even developed a traumatic response for vi

He then kicked the body of little Frost who was on the floor. ‘Stop. It hurts.’ Little Frost wanted to say but she had no strength to utter those words. She could only powerlessly protect her head. She could feel every time his foot landed onto her small body. It was very painful. But she could do nothing. She was so weak. ‘Fight back Frost.’ A voice whispered to her ears. Little Frost didn’t know if she was becoming insane. She didn’t know anymore. A dark light flashes her eyes. Little Frost grabbed her dagger before she used her little to no strength, and slash the foot of the little boy.