Boxer Rocky Novels & Stories

"You sold me out!" Punch. "You coward!" Punch. "You filthy bastard!" Punch. Blood burst from Rocky's mouth. He collapsed to the floor, but I still kept hitting him. His cries became weaker. "I'm sorry! They made me do it! I had no choice! I needed to save myself! I didn't want to die!" I didn't care. His face became swollen as I kept hitting him. Blood covered my knuckles, but I still continued. Until finally… Rocky completely stopped moving.

Quickly, I put back my mask and he nods in appreciation. This leaves me with more questions than answers. Who is this guy and why did he feel at ease when I put on my mask? It feels as if he was scared someone might recognize me. After putting on my mask, I move closer to the ring and sit there. "Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!"

I was again worried as Leo glared at him, but still, Rocky had a smirk on his face that suggested he could stay here for a long time until Leo accepted it. “Why don’t you shake mine instead?” I placed my hand in Rocky’s as I shook it. “Leo is glad to meet you." “I don’t think he is,” Rocky said snappily, still having that smug look on his face as he stared at my son. Maybe now I see every reason to be pissed. “It is all good vibes; I can’t wait to learn from you,” he stated before retreating. “I will see you tomorrow; goodnight, Mrs. Thatcher."

Raymond, on the other hand, was stunned as he leaned against the wall. "Wow! You're aggressive," said Rocky, who suddenly appeared. Rocky smiled as he approached Raymond and said, "You scared him. Raymond came to, his body fell weakly and he rubbed his face roughly. "Shit!" Raymond cursed. Rocky stood up as he crossed his arms under his chest. He shook his head as he continued to stare at Raymond. "You want to bite him? You want to show all the werewolves that she's yours?" Rocky smiled sarcastically, then approached Raymond and crouched down to put his body next to Raymond's.

“I’ve seen what meth does to those junkies. I swore to myself I’d never get anywhere near that shit.” “Well, we can reverse it,” Rocky said. “I’ll just give Bernardino a call and invite him up here to take us out. I’m sure he can be here by dinner.” Craig rolled his eyes. “Do you actually like being on the run?” Rocky Ace demanded, the sarcasm gone. “Taking all these precautions? Being vigilant every fucking second of the day? For me, it means not seeing my son, and leaving him with people who might not give him back.” Anger filled his voice, which wasn’t usual. When Rocky got upset, his voice usually got lower.

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

I see the play of emotions on his face…and, really, it should not be possible to differentiate the lust that leaks from his every pore with the flicker of something very much like confusion that I am sure I glimpsed there for a second. No, surely, I am mistaken. This is Rocky, the fiercest leader in the city, the man who killed his own father to become the General. The very hungry male who licks his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit at the top.

"You can't get away, Quinn Norris!" "Give up and surrender! We'll consider giving you a quick death!" The black-robed martial artist in the lead was smiling sinisterly. He was a martial monarch called Rocky Lamb.

Was this the faceless ghost John talked about? Rocky began coughing loudly and he begged the man to spare his life with a croaked voice, "Please don't kill me!" All his pleas were useless as the man launched his sharp claws into his chest and ripped out his heart with great delight in those red orbs. Blood spurted out of his chest and splashed on the man's body. Rocky slumped to the wet earth as he struggled to breath but it was just an impossible thing to do. The figure gazed at him as he watched him breathe his last.

After releasing in jail Rocky is still angry about Sara. He want to take. Revenge so Lisa trying to use him. Lisa went to meet Rocky. Lisa : your life really seems like pity Rocky : who are you?why you are here? Lisa : I'm Lisa Rocky : I don't know you, so get out. Lisa : wait wait I don't say anything still... I know you hate Sara. Rocky : Sara ... Who are you?? How you know her name.