Breakup Fight Novels & Stories

I smartened up into my suit and open shirt, carefully changing the bandage on my ribcage from the fight. Jerichos was bouncing, it had been the craziest seventy-two hours of my life and hopefully this was to be a peaceful conclusion. I don't know why but I had a switchblade on me. Perhaps everything with Jimmy had left me rattled, maybe even Callums betrayal, but I couldn't risk Johnny turning on me too. I've already told you he looks demure but is as vicious as a raid bulldog. I ordered him a double of the most expensive whisky in the bar and took a booth near the door where I could see him. A few women tried catching my eye but it wasn't happening. The volume, the brightness had been turne

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

It wasn't a mistake, I enjoyed the sex. Without thinking twice, as he said that, I lunged at him, fists clenched tightly. We exchanged blows, fueled by anger and my growing hatred for him. He didn't understand why I was fighting with him but he defended himself. The fight was messy and chaotic, with papers flying off desks and furniture crashing against the walls. It was a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that had consumed me. I punched him severally and he did too. Eventually, my anger subsided, and I realized the gravity of the situation. This fight wasn't solving anything; it was only making matters worse. I took a step back, breathing heavily, and looked at Magnus, who was

Mrs Rasemela held her hands on the air as she angrily hit them on her stirring wheels. She was in the middle of a traffic and all she could think of was how all her plans where crumbling down before her. “That son of a bitch,I should have killed him together with his mother”. Brenda said angrily as she stared at the cars parked ahead of her. Brenda held the wheels tightly as though she was about ripping them off. She picked up her phone as she dialed her husband Mr Rasemela.

Kareem said proudly "Really?" Mansur asked back with sarcastic tone "Your wife? The last time I checked you weren't her husband... And you can't stop me on this coz I'm making her mine!" "How dare you!" Kareem drop my hand and attack Mansur by giving him a punch on his face Oh my God! "Please stop!" I yell to the both of them but they are not ready to leave each other coz they were both throwing punch at each others face. Kareem was able to dodge the punch that Mansur throws to him but Mansur, his face is getting bruise already

From the moment Roxy Vexfire showed up at my engagement party wearing a gown from the same collection as mine, I knew there was no chance in hell my marriage to Ian Wright would go through. Determined not to repeat my mother’s sad choice in marriage, I tore Roxy’s dress apart in front of the guests and trashed my meticulously planned engagement party. With emotions running high, Roxy’s mother, Rowena Vexfire, fell unconscious, and Sebastian Vexfire called an ambulance.

Ria turned and gave Vivian a slap as soon as their knees touched the cold hard ground. Vivian held her burning cheeks, and didn’t even wait to ask why she did what she did, she proceeded to give three times as much as Ria did on her face and that was how the fight broke out between the two ladies. By the time Lucas had entered, the two of them had almost ripped their clothes off completely, giving each other bite marks and tugging at each other’s hairs with so much force that made the other squeal. The two of them stopped, panting immediately they spotted him.

Money really did bring out the true version of people. Broke Phillip was such a loving gentleman, rich Philip was an asshole. While Mia and Phil went at each other, I helped myself to my feet. The first thing I did was get my phone to leave. A hand pulled me back. "Where do you think you're going to?" Unleashing anger and losing every respect I had for him, I picked up the small vase on the console table and smashed it into his face. "Get your hands off me, jerk!" Both he and Mia were in shock. This would be the first time, in twenty nine years, I'd ever fought back.

Lisa tried to intervene when Kat grinned wider and muttered the word 'whore' with her lips, staring directly into my eyes like a silent dare for me to do my worse. Great! I lost my fucking cool. My knuckles clenched and unclenched, ready to throw a punch in her face. But before I could lunge across the table and make good on my promise, the music stopped for half a second before the bass slammed back in, the club floor erupted, chairs scraping, glass shattering. A fight had broken out. No, it was not just a fight. It was a full-on brawl, and the smell of blood hit the air.

"And I swear to God, I’ll break every damn bone in your body." Tyler coughed, glaring at her with pure rage. "You crazy bitch! You think you can—" BUK! Another punch to his gut. Tyler collapsed to the floor, groaning in pain. No one moved. No one even dared to speak. By the time the teachers rushed in to break up the fight, the damage was already done. Tyler had to be taken to the hospital for his injuries, and Cassandra got suspended for fighting. But even as she sat outside the principal’s office, waiting for her punishment, she felt no regret. She would do it all over again. Alexander sat on the schoolyard bench, his head spinning from everything that had happened. She actually fought for