Boxten X Vee Novels & Stories

-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.

Red Fox was in control now. Vee’s camera turned on right away. The fire emojis still covered his face completely, but the rest of him was visible — shirtless, leaning back in his chair, one hand already slowly stroking that thick, long, veined cock I remembered from earlier. It was rock hard and curved upward, the head shiny with precum. “Red Fox…” his filtered voice came through, low and rough. “Fuck, I needed this so bad tonight.”

"No way! No fucking way! You'll never guess what's in the box Stella!" "A million pounds?" "Toys!" I yelled, grabbing a dildo from the box. "Well that's sad-" "Sex toys, Stella!" I snatched up a note found in the box and read through it. It had a number and then the words, "How's this for interest? Text me when you're ready, I want you wet, willing and mewling for me. - Xavier. Stella screamed when I read the words to her. "I told you he gave Daddy vibes! Oh my gosh, that is so hot!"

“What are you doing out here?” “There were men,” I whispered, barely able to string the words together. “They mentioned someone—Max Carter.” Vee’s expression hardened instantly. She ushered me back to my room, her movements brisk and deliberate. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to face me, her dark eyes blazing. “Max Carter is not a name you want to hear,” she said, her voice low but intense. “Who is he?” I asked, the fear in my voice undeniable. “He’s Alexander’s greatest rival,” Vee replied. “A man who thrives on chaos and destruction. If he knows you’re here...” She trailed off, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is bad, Dysis. Very bad.”

She threw a vicious hook that landed square on her opponent's nose and shattered it instantly. Blood splattered across her tank top. Without even catching her breath, she stepped on the fallen fighter's chest and flashed the audience a wild, defiant smirk. At that moment, she was dazzling enough to draw everyone's attention. However, what caught my eye wasn't her athletic body, nor was it her cold, beautiful face. When I pressed the red button beside me, the entire arena erupted. In the underground boxing world, that button meant only one thing—no matter how high anyone else bid, I would raise it without limit until I won ownership of the fighter.

What are we doing here? “I have something for you” he says right on time like he was reading my mind. He motions towards a black rather large box laying on the bed, “I want you to open it. I will wait for you downstairs in the car” he smiled at me and with no other words walked away.

Landon said to Micah who was looking every where but at him. " do you guys know what type of brownie that is?" I asked and they shook their heads. " dammit! Why do you two always have to act like children! They are weed brownies, it will kick in around half-hour or two. You are so going to get punished for that." I growled at Arlo who flinched. " you can't punish me for something I didn't know about!" He shouted while glaring at me. If he thought he was looking tough he was wrong.