Boxer Novels & Stories

one guy screams from the crowd and I chuckle before stepping into the ring. "Everyone, give it up for Felix! Wilder!" The announcer feels the need to drag my name for too long and I lift both hands in the air for the few cheers and whistles I get. I jog on my feet as I watch Garry Hart, the guy they refer to as the beast. He wears a stony expression, and he growls at me when I meet his dark eyes. Standing before him now, I can see why he has that name and why he also never loses a fight. This guy is huge. Huge as in, he’s fully towering over me and he’s so broad. I’m pretty sure if I collide with him, he’d easily have me down. But boxing isn’t always about your physique. It’s about knowing y

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

No, I didn't completely lose feelings for Leornado but I tried to push them at the back of my mind. I punched the red punching bag with a load of force angrily. My boxing trainer came up to me with a smile. His brown curly hair fell right above his eyes, and a scar on his cheek. He brushed back his hair from his eyes revealing his soft brown eyes. His arms were bulky and long tucked in his pockets as he approached me.

But in their absence, I would swiftly hand over my possessions whenever Taylor demanded them. This situation led me to join a gym during my teenage years. It all began after watching a TV interview with a famous boxer who shared that he initially learned boxing as a way to defend himself against bullies at school. Through consistent workouts in the gym, he eventually pursued a career as a professional boxer. I didn't aspire to become a boxer, but I wanted to be able to defend myself when I was alone. One statement from the boxer resonated with me. He said, "These ki

He said icily, "What the heck! Damn, a coward like you should look in the mirror!" After getting rid of the manager, there was an icy flash in Jayden's eyes as he waved at Lucian and said in his ear, "Call Dustin Moore. Once the auction ends, ambush Zane and Ballard, and then…" Jayden swiped his finger across his neck. Dustin was the yearly boxing champion of Sunway's underground boxing world. Ever since he had joined the underground boxing world, he won several victories every year. He was known as the King of Martial Arts in Sartvale's underworld.

That guy whimpering in pain, his eyes turning black–and–blue. “Stop it! You will get trouble” I keep trying to separate them both but Felix did not care, he keeps boxing that guy over and over again until that guy almost lost his consciousness. “Stop, I can’t take it anymore!” That guy demand in a whisper and he almost lost his breath.

"Go on, I want to practice." "How about I teach you? I can do it too," said Damien. He took off his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. Amelia was evasive. "Damien, don't joke." Now, Damien was behind Amelia. They faced the hanging heavy bag. "Boxing is a martial art that focuses on your opponent's offense. If your punches are weak, you will fall instantly," Damien said. "Damien, this bag weighs 50 kilos. Stop joking around," said Amelia.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

the girl guided. “Boyfriend,” Boma said. “I bless you with the kind of boyfriend- in- in my life.” “His name, please. Add it.” “I bless you with- may you have a boyfriend like Donovan.” “Thanks, but Donovan who?” Boma hesitated. “I need the blessing to be specific.” The girl said pleadingly. “Because there is more than one Donovan in the world.” “Okay. Donovan Garrett” “So be it. Thank you.” The girl said excitedly, hugging Boma before exiting the restroom.

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.