Boxing Random Novels & Stories

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Something felt off so I counted the digits of his phone number only to discover one digit had been torn out along with the rest that had been torn out. "No," I muttered, getting up from the bench and heading back "this can't be happening". I ran inside and gave the letter to my brother. He teased me as he read and when he was close to the end, he looked up "one digit is missing" "That's the problem" I said, sitting on my bed weakly. He looked at it again "Thankfully, it's just one digit. It saves you the math of permutation and combinations" "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

Seb abruptly turned to meet Alex staring. “What? No, yes, I don’t know,” Alex said in a panic, feeling colour creep towards his cheek. “Or should I play some music?” Seb asked. “Do you have a favourite artist or genre?” “Anything’s fine with me.” “I’ll turn on the radio then,” he said then true to his words turned it on. “That way whatever song gets played would be totally random.” After few seconds of tuning, Seb finally paused on a channel playing a song he immediately recognized.

-Hello- I greet her when we separate smiling. - Hi little girl, come in, here- she says and gives me some candies. I smile wistfully, hug her again and give her a kiss on her forehead since I'm taller than her. I enter the gym eating one of the candies. It is full. I walk up to Bob who is training a hazel-eyed brunette boy, he will be about seventeen. -Hi- I say still holding the candy in my mouth. He smiles at me and hugs me. -Rose is already spoiling you- he says pretending to be angry.

The person reads the name indicated on the card. “Sorry, the card is mine."Alan asked for the card that was still in the person's hand. “Oh! it's your, Alan Pham." Anthony spoke cheerfully with a bright face. The boy is trying to show a friendly impression that could be for the interlocutor to be captured as a familiar attitude, pretentious and then the bad impact makes the interlocutor feel uncomfortable. "Nice timing. I'm Anthony, do you want to play at my house?” "Sorry.” Alan forcibly took his card from Anthony's hand. He had been waiting but there was no sign that his cards would be returned. “I can't.”

No, he was going to tase Kain. I jumped up just in time and sent him flying backwards with a forward kick. He landed on his butt a few meters away and I let out a maniac like laugh. Serves his ass right. I sucked in a breath after my little psychotic break and whirled to see Kain standing over Robbi’s prone body, a wide ass smile on his face. He looked cute, like a kid in a candy store. His eyes met mine and his smile grew even brighter, so bright, I found myself smiling too.

We crouched down, ready to launch ourselves forward at the count of three. "Ready?" Jonathan called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. "Ready!" "One... two... three!" And with that, we shot off, our laughter echoing through the forest as we raced toward the distant tree. We ran, our legs pumping, the wind brushing against our faces, and the sound of our footsteps creating a symphony of joy. We dodged trees, leapt over fallen branches, and propelled ourselves forward with all our might. Jonathan's vampire speed gave him an advantage, but I used my powers and overtook him with a burst of speed.

"There's a difference. Managing expectations is healthy. Controlling variables so nothing can surprise you is avoidance." "These aren't just variables," I said. "This is planning. This is respecting both our time." "But it's also you making sure you have an exit strategy," Eli said. "You're planning how much vulnerability you can handle on any given night. You're scheduling emotion like it's a production timeline." He was right. Which is infuriating because I don't particularly enjoy being right about my own flaws. "I don't know how to do this spontaneously," I said. "I need structure."

*LORENZO* The Jag hurtles down the lane toward the Hideout, and I spot an old BMW encrusted with at least a year’s worth of dirt, and it’s abandoned haphazardly outside the garage. Fuck. They’re here. No. No. No. My fear and rage race into overdrive, threatening to overcome me. Danica! Calm down, mate. Calm the fuck down. Think. Think. Think.