Novel & Cerita Action Story

Both of them were surprised when they heard my voice. I faked a smile and pinched both of them. I held their arms and pulled them both to get away from that scene. When I was satisfied to where we ended up walking, I faced them both. “WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING OUTSIDE OF THE BUILDING?!” I want to be calm and composed but I’m literally pissed off right now. “Sorry, Lily. I didn’t mean to fight back, this Doom guy started first—” “I’m not the one who started it. I just told him to go away.”

Warning This story is not meant for children or sensitive readers, especially because it contains violent scenes and foul invective. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Any character names, locations, and events are entirely fictitious.Anything that is related to real life is just completely coincidental or simply inspired by them. "I see, you are interested in becoming one of my contestants, right?" A man in a tuxedo asked a young woman. "Yes, sir." She responded carefully. "I mean, I want to be your contestant."

He was nothing, yet he had really believed he could cross the one red line Magnolia would never let anyone cross. After Robin cleaned up the scene, he called me and spoke in a low voice, "Dr. Foster, I've sent you the video."

"Get rid of any romantic notions you may have of us falling in love and living happily ever after. It won't happen." I pressed a thumb against her pulse, hard, and smiled when she jerked at the sudden, rough movement. "This is a business arrangement. Nothing more. Are we clear?" Vivian pressed her lips into a stubborn line. The air was alive with the crackle of electricity and animosity. It sizzled against my skin, drawing my muscles tight and fanning the strange, hungry fire in my stomach. When she remained mutinously silent, I reached up and closed my hand around her throat. Lightly, just enough to feel the shallowness of her breaths.

“Now it’s about movement, not strength.” The game did start harmlessly—small motions, almost dance-like circling in the center of the ring, changing directions, dodging, half-steps. Aria was quick, Kai patient: he didn’t try to overpower her but followed, letting her rhythm lead. Sometimes he feinted forward, and Aria slipped aside with a laugh. “This is the ‘not serious’ version, right?” she asked between laughs, backing away. “This is,” Kai nodded. “But if you step back like that again, there’s nowhere left to go at the edge of the ring.”

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

His men fanned out, semi-automatics at the ready, while the other tuxedoed goons tightened their stance. Amira couldn’t breathe nor could she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. That arrogant, unkillable bastard — the man who could smirk at an open gun barrel and make it look like foreplay. Damn it, if only that bullet had hit its mark. “Lower your weapon,” Montez ordered, voice dropping to a tone so sharp it could slice through bone. “Or I’ll lower you into the ground… in pieces.” “I demand that you withdraw your stance on my business.” Lamberto growled.

Just then, Sydney stormed into the room and saw everything. Her voice rang out sharp and angry as she marched up to me. “Aaron, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this some kind of workplace bullying now?” I gave her a cold, sarcastic smile. “Workplace bullying? Please. I wouldn’t dare.”

Author's POV. It was a big day for Xavier . He has the fight with the man who had always won his every single matches . 'Lucus Cole' , a champion and has never lost any of his previous boxing matches. He has the record of winning ninety nine fights and this will be his hundred win if he could defeat Xavier . The man was double the size of Xavier and pretty much stronger as well .....