Boxers Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

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.

she asks, interest shining in her eyes. "Yes. He's very, very handsome," I answer, as we walk to where Lion is waiting for me, working for the meantime with Bax as I expected. He is signing something to Lion, "Baxter is not a boxer but he trains with me because he doesn't want to be fat again." Baxter turns to us when he hears what I said and raises his middle finger at me. He knows how to communicate in Italian, Spanish and English in his sign language and yet the sign he uses most around me is that one. How peculiar.

Practicing the highest yang and most forceful high cotton fist technique with the incomplete body was regarded as the boxing champion. How could people not be amazed when they saw that a man without masculinity had mastered a high cotton fist technique that many healthy men couldn't even master? Yang Xiao was only slightly surprised by Atai! No matter who it was, making an enemy of him! The final two endings were either surrender or death! “Atai, you’re not dead yet!” When Old Crocodile saw that person, his face trembled unnaturally. Atai, the high cotton boxing champion, snorted in a strange voice!

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 punched, and passed Esteban.

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.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

“The Biker Brothers, the five guys that ride with the Road Warriors? Black hair? Blue eyes?” “Couple of them twins?” she asked, yes. Those guys.” “I don’t know them, but I know their president is Adam Hunt. They’re right up her alley, aren’t they?” she asked. “Not helping. Though, the oldest the brother is the vice president of that club. I didn’t know you knew their president.” “Yep. Adam his name, comes and talks to me whenever I’m bartending and he’s there. He doesn’t frequent as much as his club is starting to but the shit with your mom is gross. Where’s she now?”

Dami didn't workout in days,she had asked him but he told her no special reason, hopefully he'll this weekend. "You lying piece of shit,let me go", Aisha kept hitting his chest. "You don't curse Aisha", he grabbed her two hands in his left hand to stop her from hitting his chest. Aisha scoffed. "So now it's Aisha, not babe or darling,uhn?. I guess you're already mastering how you'd talk to me after we've divorced" "Nobody is getting any divorce. I'm calling you Aisha cause that's your name and I thought you'd be offended if I called you babe or darling. I'm so sorry babe"

"The name is Richard Leslie." He extended a hand to her in introduction. He had a reputation about him, as the leader of The Martins a notorious branch of the English Underworld that had a complete chokehold on Brixton. His group had the monicker of being an infamous torture gang that carried out operations with brutal efficiency. Nina looked up at him warily as she listened to Gabriel beg his mother to watch a movie.