Boxer Novels & Stories

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Apollo just shook his head because he didn't know what Esteban had eaten or why he would fight tonight. The bell rang, and the game began. The boxer looked at Esteban wearing a mask with a smile on his face, and said, "Dude, be careful, my fists are no joke. You have to say two nice things for me." Esteban smiled without saying a word, and hooked his finger on the boxer. The boxer's face turned evil, his legs strained. He wandered until Esteban lived there. Esteban slightly dodged a blow. The boxer's force was too strong, and he couldn't recover the hand that punche

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

“But I promise you will be.” I punched him in the face and felt the bones in his nose break under my knuckles. He screamed, blood oozing from his nostrils. I leaned over him again, punching his face harder, savoring the crack of bone under my fist. His screams filled the night and I basked in his terror. My fists dripped red as the fucker wailed like a dying beast. A gust of wind stirred the trash littering the alley. The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch.

Diego: “What is this, mama?” I asked, frowning in confusion at the sight of the box that was in front of me. Her eyes met mine and she looked down at it before opening the box. Weapons, ancient ones, fell on the ground in front of us. She nodded at them, then she looked at Mario. “Care to explain or should I?” She asked, and Mario rolled his eyes.

Felicity smiles, giving me a small insight into the kickboxing world. Sitting, I listen to them announce the first fighter. Alex 'Bullet' Andrews. A loud applause and people cheering erupt through the building. I listen again as they announce Lorenzo 'Merciless' Pesci. The screams get louder, and I watch Lorenzo walk up and climb into the ring.

My heart feels like a barbed wire has strangled it to the point of being unable to breathe. It’s the night of the fight and it feels like it will be my last night alive. I still don’t understand who okayed this fight because it doesn’t make sense at all. I am 5'6 and weigh 145 pounds while Creed is 6’4 and 240 pounds of raw muscle. He’s a fucking heavyweight and by all counts, this fight should be illegal! I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands!

Coldness appeared on Dominic's face, he growled and said. "You want me to break your arm? How dare a useless boxer like you bully my woman?" Dominic said as he rolled his eyes at the other boxer. Just now, Dominic quickly hugged Lisanna and protected Lisanna from Ricky's father's attack. Ricky's father is a boxer, so his body is very muscular. However, a blow from Dominic also caused him pain. He grabbed his hand and gave Dominic an angry look, then he spoke. "This bastard dares to beat my wife until her head bleeds. I have to punish her. Are you defending a whore?"

People gathered around them, screaming and whistling. Suddenly, one of his opponents swung his leg and slammed the back of Luther’s head, making a dull sound. The very next moment, Luther threw a punch at his opponent in the chest, making him fall against the cage. Another opponent snarled and launched himself at Luther and landed on top of him, grappling, trying to a chokehold on him. The crowd screamed with excitement. Tears welled in my eyes, seeing him in this condition. “Why is he doing this?” I whispered.

We crossed a courtyard dusted with fresh snow, the ground packed down by the heavy boots of warriors drilling in formation. And there— Near the center— I saw him. Alexandro. He was dressed in simple black armor, moving through the ranks of soldiers like a dark storm. He barked orders, demonstrating techniques with swift, brutal efficiency. I watched, transfixed, as he sparred with three wolves at once, his movements a blur of deadly grace. He moved like a creature of pure instinct, every step calculated, every strike purposeful. His soldiers fought hard to match him, but none could best him.