Boxer Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows at him. "Like?....." I asked. He chuckled. "Something you're not supposed to know about," he said. I gasped. "Should I be scared of you?" I said sarcastically. He frowned. He rushed over to me, screaming like a fucking banshee. He threw a punch. I tilted my head to the side. I gave him an uppercut, causing his jaw to vibrate. He's weak. I have a black belt in Taekwondo and Muay Thai. I'm also a professional boxer. He fell to the ground. I grabbed his collar and lifted him to his feet.

Alpha Leonardo; My fist slammed my table and punched my wall. I roared as the pain became very intense. My hands gripped my shirt, destroying it from my body. Veins popped out of me causing the pain to pierce through me even more. My Wolf whimpered in pain as we both cried. A sudden weakness hit my legs, sending me crashing to the ground. And my hands belted my body, holding it tightly. Trying to stop it from quivering. After a few minutes of fighting, tearing, and injuring myself, the pain finally subsided. My wounds healed. I stood up from the cold floor, wiping the tears from my cheeks as my Wolf, Red, lay low, breathing lifelessly.

With a barrel chest, dusted with dark hair, and a big, strong belly. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting the urge to fan my cheeks. So many boxers are showmen. They play up to the crowd, they talk shit and try to psyche each other out, but not Pierro. He frowns straight ahead, quiet and focused, as his challenger peacocks on the other side of the ring. He's fighting an Irishman called Anderson, a younger man who made headlines with his shocking wins the last few months, but I'm not worried.

I can't identify this person at all. As my keychain jingles, I remember the pepper spray I have. In a fit of rage, he slaps me across the face and demands, "I told you to fucking tell me!" "Fuck you!" I shout, swiftly lifting my leg and delivering a powerful knee strike to his groin. He crumples, falling to his knees. Seizing the opportunity, I pull back his hood, but he manages to grab hold of my ankle. He forcefully yanks my leg, causing me to fall onto my back.

He has so many models at his disposal, he doesn't need to search anywhere. "I am not suicidal like you. She is Asher Morrison's wife. Don't you know that it's similar to courting death if we against that man? He is not only rich, but also a famous boxing champion during his college days. If not with his money, he can easy crush out skull's with his fists" Lance reminded Bryan. Asher used to be a boxing champion during his college days. A sport which he picked out of curiosity. By the end of his senior year, he became undefeated.

This boxing match was truly thrilling. "He's going to lose. The man in blue is completely wiped out," someone quipped. The red boxer was a Mostovian man, Andrew Johnson. He was about six feet and two inches tall. The man in blue was a Cryonian man, Leonard Wales, who was around five feet and a half. Andrew said with a smug expression, "You're a loser!" He had moved from Mostovia to Cryona for some time. Yet, the Cryonian boxers were all weaklings to him. There was no one in Cryona who could match him.

Looking at everyone, I made a round gesture and positioned myself to fight. With a smile, my hand outstretched, and curling my fingers, I invited one of the warriors to advance. He immediately takes the bait and lunges at me with all his might. I hit him with a punch in the stomach, and the sound of ribs cracking echoes in the air. The other four attacks at the same time, while the first one curls up in pain on the floor. I reached down and swept the legs of one of them, hitting him full in the face with a punch, leaving him whimpering as he grabbed his broken nose. Throwing one leg back, I hit another in the leg, and the bone snapped, leaving him screaming in pain on the floor. The other tw

His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room. "Like the view?" he asked huskily. "You will like it when you touched and caressed it," he added. "—oh! You'll love what's inside this boxer!" He positioned his leg between her thighs; his other hand supported his weight. Emily bit her lower lip; her body felt hot even more. She felt his lips again on the side of her neck, biting and sucking it. 'Damn, he'll leave a mark!' she cursed. She was a virgin; no men touched her. She has had suitors before, but it's not her priority.

"And what kind of self-defence does he do? Does he specialise in anything particular? Judo, karate, jiu-jitsu..." Michael downs his coffee in two gulps. "He seems to cover the field. If it's something a woman can use to defend herself, or a man for that matter, he seems happy to teach it." He reaches for the coffeepot. "Certainly the clients in the City have been very happy with him. But his forte is boxing." Charlotte chews on her toast, her brow creasing. "Something wrong?" "What does he look like? This Charles the Boxer?"

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.