All Might Fist Up Novels & Stories

Azrin chirruped his ascent and tilted his head to the left exposing one of his neck glands fully for the blonde. “Fuck,” the expletive was Azrin’s only warning before Lexus moved. The male resituated them just enough for their necks to comfortably line up as he rubbed their glands together. Neither male produced much oil, as both their glands were still dormant, but what little was there, rapidly mixed together satisfying both parties dynamics for the time being.

I added, stretching out my clenched fist for a fist bump. As Liam stretched out his fist to fist bump mine, I stretched my hand open before he could, making him fist bump my open palm instead. “Oh snap, gotcha,” I said, then turned to leave. It didn't matter that Liam had a confused look on his face, I'm sure he wondered what geeky joke that was. But I was in high heavens, I was too happy to care. ***

His scream lasts exactly one second. Then he collapses as a pile of smoking dust. The third and fourth rush together. I raise my hand. The air compresses violently. Their bodies crumple like paper. Bones shatter. Blood sprays across the grass. They fall without another sound. Two left. One hesitates. Smart. The other charges blindly. I step forward. Punch. My fist goes straight through his chest. His heart stops instantly. The final man tries to run. Coward. I lift my hand again.

What I needed to do is fight them using my hands. I chuckled as I reminisce my father's word, “In order to punch without injury to the hand, you must have proper fist elaboration. Begin by folding the fingertips into the palm. Wrap the thumb over the first two fingers. Squeeze the first two fingers tightly and the small and ring finger slightly. Over tightening the two smaller fingers deforms the fist and can lead to damage of the bones in the smaller fingers. Practice clenching the fist quickly. It needs to do so just prior to impact.”

Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make more and more contact with his inner skin. "Arrrgh!" Fist shouted out in pain as he held the sword impaled into him. "NOO!!!" I screamed. I was about to rush to help him when he turned to me with a smile and brought out something from within his shirt. It was a bomb detonator. He was going to blow himself up. "Fist," I muttered as I made to go towards him, but before I could take a step, he pressed the button on the detonator, and a loud flash of light blinded me as some strong force pushed me to the ground, causing me to black out.

He reveals, and I stare at my fist. How else does one make a fist? Caelen sighs and adjusts my hands, forming them into a proper fist. “This is how to make a fist. Now let us see just how much power you have. Punch me.” My eyes widened at his last two words. “What?” His brow hikes slowly, and he asks, “Did I stutter? I said, punch me.” “I don’t want to hurt you,” for some reason; that must have been the funniest thing he has heard, judging by the way he throws his head back and barks out a laugh.

This is not the time to shower! Julian shouted furiously, "Get lost! I'm allergic to women. She grabbed me and smeared disgusting fluids all over me. My whole body is swelling. I can't come out. Have Tessa sign whatever you need. It's only a miscarriage. She isn't dying. Stop bothering me!" The nurse snapped, "This is not a school permission slip. An assistant can't sign for emergency treatment without legal authority. Get out here!" No answer came from inside, only the relentless sound of the shower.

Allison got angrier than before, he thought something like 'it is a slip of the tongue or 'i was drunk and I don't know what I told' or something thing that shows he didn't do it on purpose but he is accepting that he did it because he is selfish which made Allison really angry, he just got up punching Allen's face, Allen's face turned to the other side and he stumble on his foot with the force, but he didn't do anything but looked at Allison accepting what he did was a mistake, while Allison punched him again, he started to punch his face, stomach and all the parts of his body like a beast, he is just too angry that he can't control it,

"Is that all you got?" Leah snarls as huffing and puffing. I cackle. "Fine, you want to dance, Leah. Let's dance." Leah let another roar as I kick myself off the floor at full speed, aiming my fist toward her. Leah's giant fist came at me, but I dodged by jumping on her arm. I ran towards her face and swung my fire fist at her, and she was shot down to the floor as it created a hole. It wasn't hard enough to knock her out as she pulled herself and continued to fight with me.

With a shared grin, we fire. The final pop is like music. “Take that, you slippery little fuckers!” Caleb shakes his head, tucking his sling away. “I take it you’re all right? No injuries?”