Boxers Novels & Stories

He angrily snatched his arm from my hold and made a move to attack me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I recorded the whole thing and I know a few judges that could have you locked up for years” I grinned waving my phone infront of him. His gaze fell and he dropped his fist. He does look like he is been in trouble a couple of times. “You can have him for all I care!” He spat walking away. I turned to the other guy that was coiled on the floor holding his stomach. Just great... Why did I have to play heroes... I groaned bending down to check on him.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

"You want me to bow down? Who do you think you are? I can smell the plebby smell on your body even though I am this far from you." Alexander smiled coldly and cussed at Brother Cain. "What the f*ck, is this guy’s brain broken? He dares to swear at Brother Cain?" "Yeah, Brother Cain is the boss of the Zero-Degree Bar after all. Everyone who crossed him is now disabled." "Rumor says, Brother Biao won second place in a boxing competition. His fist has the force of 100kg." People around them were all discussing and looked at Alexander with eyes of ridicule. In their eyes, if they crossed Brother Cain, then they would not have a good ending. This crazy guy, even if he didn’t die, he would lose a

"Oh Ashley......I.....can't.....brea-" "Oh I'm sorry, I just got excited; and what have I told you about my name." She said grinning like a maniac. "Heh, I'm sorry Ashley bear.....heh, heh," I said fearing for my life. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you guys. The reason because Mel's a boxing champion is that from generations to generations the Calderon family has been working with the government; they basically train the military forces. So, all of them know almost every martial arts there is.

Moments later, pained screams rang once more. Outside of the box, Butler Yates folded both his hands behind him, a smile on his face. Despite the unending shrieks from the inside of the karaoke box, there was little change in his serene expression. On the other hand, all of his underlings’ eyes were twitching. It was said that one needn’t do much to kill a person. Apparently, the two boxing champions didn’t share the sentiment. Only God knows the torment Old Niner and George Zabel, the two masters of Buckwood’s underworld, suffered under the hands of the boxing champions inside.

Bruce I knew instantly that there was something fishy about all these. I didn’t raise an issue though, not in front of people I haven’t seen in years. I made a mental note to go to Kelvin the moment we wrapped up here. “We have a boxing match today between the Red Viper and Bullet today,” Baxter informed me. All of us in the group probably knew how to box even if we didn’t have a high level mastery. We had matches every Sunday and boxers usually adopted a nickname.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

Emily wasn't just worried about Amelia getting bruised. Boxing could be brutal, and Thea and her crew might play dirty, possibly endangering Amelia’s life or leaving her paralyzed. Amelia just smiled. "Isn't life about standing your ground?" Carla clapped her hands together and said with a wicked grin, "There's a boxer they call the Boxing King. He fights in an underground ring. That's who you'll face. If you win, we lose the bet. But if you lose, both your and Emily’s lives are ours."

He is in the boxing ring. He is leaning onto the ropes, fastening his gloves. Not the big abs padded ones we usually use, but the ones that are only meant to protect your hand's skin. His shirt is off, and that shows me the new scratches and bruises up and down this sculpted torso. I hate seeing that on him. I wish I could do something to help. I stare at his body for as long as I can before he sees me in the doorway. "Come on." He says.

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.