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He clearly had anger issues and probably had never resolved his feelings about his mother. How had he ended up in this position? So young living in a mansion and being able to buy out restaurants for the day. “Just turned nineteen.” He spoke. I rose my brows. “And school?” “Dropped out at fifteen but got my GED. There’s nothing I could learn from school about life that the streets hadn’t already taught me.” “And the fight club?” I asked. “Part of the family business.” He spoke. “It had been my brothers idea. We started out small, street fights here and there that toughened us up. Then turns out I was actually good at it so we made it a business and grew it into what it is now.”

In my past life, my class cornered me on the school rooftop after our SAT. "Winnie wouldn't have jumped if you didn't rat us out!" "You ruined our chances to make it into Croma, the best college there is! We had a million staked on this!" With the class officer taking the lead, over a dozen pairs of hands pushed me at the same time. I could hear the howling in my ears as I fell, and they were all laughing in relief. When I opened my eyes again, I was alive and sitting in class on the day before our SAT. Winnie Ascott was standing up front, her phone screen projected on the whiteboard. She was presenting an app called the Ultimate Answer Sheet, with an electronic contract beside it. "

I wanted to spend my Friday reading a good book. Reaching home I quickly finished all my assignments. Going down to the living room, I sat beside my sister Felicia, who was engrossed in some cartoon. My sister never got tired of watching cartoons even if she had watched the same episode a thousand times. She was 13 years old, yet she seemed like an eight year old kid at times. She was so annoying, selfish, and bratty, that we often disagree on many things and end up fighting. My mom keeps saying that sometimes she feels like she has two boys instead of girls by the way we fight. We literally throw punches and kicks at each other, and in the end Felicia ends up crying and I get screwed by my

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down. The grimy underground chamber, the complete opposite of the elegance above. Where there had been silk and crystal, there was now concrete and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation and the acrid scent of blood. The fight club was very popular and well known to everyone that walked the other side of the law. It was one of the hottest enterprises run by the Salvatore brothers. Invitations were always random and limited and the slots taken as soon as they are opened.

I smartened up into my suit and open shirt, carefully changing the bandage on my ribcage from the fight. Jerichos was bouncing, it had been the craziest seventy-two hours of my life and hopefully this was to be a peaceful conclusion. I don't know why but I had a switchblade on me. Perhaps everything with Jimmy had left me rattled, maybe even Callums betrayal, but I couldn't risk Johnny turning on me too. I've already told you he looks demure but is as vicious as a raid bulldog. I ordered him a double of the most expensive whisky in the bar and took a booth near the door where I could see him. A few women tried catching my eye but it wasn't happening. The volume, the brightness had been turne

Brody Everything is going wrong for me today. My best friend Oscar and I had just started working at The Club, the sex club that my sister and her husband owned. Except that I just got a look at the schedule, and we got put on opposite schedules. Now we not only don't work with each other, we also don't get to hang out after work either. Or game together on our favorite server.

She smiled softly understanding and I left, sprinting toward pack territory in the forests that border the town. The fight was in full swing when I arrived, the smell of blood filled the open air and I flinched as wolves flew at each other from all sides. I watched as a rust-coloured wolf barrelled toward a snow-white wolf who was looking the other way. I lunged at Rusty, transforming in mid-air and knocking him with alarming force to the right. My teeth sunk into his side and I pawed and bit until I knew he was too injured to fight, but not dead. I don't kill, I immobilize.

William When I entered the Fight Club, I never imagined witnessing what I witnessed. Hours earlier, I had heard my father's men talk for the umpteenth time about the famous Fight Club that operated in an area away from the pack. Everyone seemed not only excited but always expectant at the thought of witnessing the majestic fights that took place there. The brand-new place functioned as a bar, but this was the face that hid a fighting cage in which werewolves measured themselves in fights that bordered on madness. So, that night of boredom, I decided to visit the Club to get out of the monotony.

Time seems to go in slow motion and just when she is about to make contact with my face, I instantly grab her leg and strongly pull. I don't know where the strength came from. I have no idea how I got up from the floor as if I wasn't on the verge of death a minute ago. "You want a fight, I will give you one" I whisper and effortlessly break her leg. The sight of bare flesh,bones and so much blood is sickening, but it's as if I can't help myself. It's like something else is controlling me I don't have time to register my elongating claws before I immerse them in her stomach and pull out her inside

It was already late at night, close to midnight when Antonio had arrived Luckily for him the entrance of the building hadn't been shut yet and Charles thugs weren't aware he wasn't among them Antonio had dressed like a thug, wearing the exact outfit of a shirt and a black jogger pants and boots with a red face cap. He moved closer to there quarters as he stood close to a thug “You need something?”. The thug asked Antonio who had moved closer to him Antonio laughed