Breakup Fight Novels & Stories

I punched him until he fell on the floor, and then I was climbing over him to hit him all over again. I couldn’t stop. He didn’t stop me either. This infuriated me more. I hated how he acted like he didn’t break my heart to mend his own or how he betrayed me in the most vulnerable moments. All the silent promises of having each other’s back dissolved into nothing but false beliefs as my fist broke his nose, cracked his cheek open, and made his eye bleed. “ Fight back! ” I yelled when he closed his eyes to take another punch to his ruined face.

I knew he was angry coupled with the fact that Ariana just broke up with him a few days ago and I knew he wasn't going to back down easily. He swung at me again and dealt me another blow this time my lips got busted. I slowly reached for my lips and stared at the blood on my hands. "I think you're crazy," I growled as I dropped my bag immediately and lunged at him. The fight was intense, with both of us landing punches and kicks Finally, after several minutes of fighting, I landed a punch that knocked him to the ground. He groaned in pain, holding his ribs. "Stay the hell away from Ariana!" He growled immediately as he stood up from the floor.

Then Luke just has to say it, "She is not your wife anymore; you guys broke up three months ago." Tyler balls his hand in a fist and smashes it hard into Luke's jaw. There are a slight cracking sound and a noise escaping his lips. His face trembles from the impact, throwing him off balance. "Tyler! Stop it!" "No, Jenna. It's the second time he has done this to me." "Tyler, let's all just sit down and talk." "Fuck talking." Tyler prepares to have another swing at Luke's face. His fist crashes against the side of Luke's eye, dangerously close to being full-on; it splits his brow open, blood is dripping from it. It's the kind of punch that is going to leave a big bruise under his eye

Your lower lip is bursted He tried to move away Me: what happened I held unto his arms tightly Andy: I got into a fight with a stupid idiot

She sneered, lifting her chin defiantly. “If you want to screw me, go ahead. Come on. As long as you don't mind a bloody battlefield, take your pants off right now—” SMACK! The sharp crack of a slap rang through the room. This time, Jacob used his own hand. His fury hadn’t lessened—if anything, it had grown. Leaning down, he got right in her face, his voice dangerously low. “You're disgusting.” Knock, knock. A sudden knock at the door interrupted the moment.

Brooke spat, his words laced with venom. I tried to reason with him, desperate to avoid another physical confrontation. "Brooke, please. I have no intention of causing any trouble. I just want to be a part of this family." But Brooke was beyond reason. He raised his fist to strike me, and I knew that there was no way out of this but to defend myself. The fight that ensued was brutal and intense. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the clearing, mingling with grunts of pain and shouts of anger. I fought with everything I had, my adrenaline pumping as I dodged blows and landed strikes of my own.

I flinch at the violent punch, but screw that motherfucker for calling me a whore. Killer strikes back at Nate, and a fight ensues between them. I begin to scream at them to stop, but my screams are not enough to stop them, and obviously I can't separate a bloodthirsty fight between two ruthless, cutthroat rival fighters. Just then, I see a group of guys laughing and exiting the door of the gym behind the fighting duo and I rush over to them, screaming and pointing back at Nate and Killer. Before I can even reach them, their eyes widen at the visual emergency going on. They quickly rush over to stop the fight between Killer and Nate. It takes a vile combination of tugs and grunts and drags a

"Hey, guy, I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to tell us what to do. And you should leave now… if you love your life." They let go of me and moved toward him. Then I heard the sound of punches, things breaking, the clash of fists and chaos. Even though I couldn’t see clearly, I knew there was a fight. Something shattered—a lamp? A vase? I heard grunts, the thud of a body slamming into the wall, and someone gasping for air. One of them screamed, “You broke my arm!” Another moaned, “Please stop! We didn’t know she was yours!”

“I don’t want to hear about you picking up strangers at the club. You know better than that.” “I know, I know. Let’s get back out there.” We walked out of the restroom in time to hear people shouting and glass breaking. “What the hell?” Mandy asked. “I have no idea.” We rounded the corner in time to see Terran throw a punch and hit Reggie square in the nose. Reggie swung and hit Terran in the mouth. “Terran!” I shouted, rushing toward him. Mandy was on my heels as we pushed our way around the crowd of people watching the fight without trying to stop it.

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."