Bubba X Kickin Novels & Stories

Once back on the bus, she smiled as she saw Jenna had already sent her a friend request. When she opened her inbox, there was a message from the lad who'd messaged her earlier—the one she'd forgotten all about. There was no text, just a video. Lexi knew what it was before she clicked play. She could clearly be seen in the background of the shot, standing like a drunk mannequin behind the violent beating on that kitchen floor. 'Damn it, this is bad.'

Whatever it was, I could read his movements better than the first day of training. We circled each other, counting our breaths, eyes watching one another. Markus feigned a push kick and aimed for the kill with a right spinning kick. I blocked both, wincing at the power of his attack. ‘Damn. The old man is getting serious.’ Following the momentum of his spin, he aimed at my face with a jab. I caught his knuckles, smirking. “You’re in a good mood,” he commented, as if he was expecting me to be in no shape to train.

Although, I can boastfully say I made a lot of money but that does not excuse the fact that I was doing something wrong. "My baby's back" Mae my ex came hugging me. We broke up last summer but it happens that she still has feelings for me. If you ask me, I do not feel any way toward her. "Not your baby, remember?" I said breaking free from the hug. "I'm sure you missed," she said smiling. "Gil, are the guys on the court?" I asked. "Yea, bro, let's announce your return".

Immediately after, Baby Robbie leaped and did a difficult spin kick, throwing two to three people to the ground. He was one who could quickly dispose of his enemies as soon as he made a move.

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

“What’s up, Bobby?” The kid blushes and it’s so darn sweet. “Are we going to win this year?” he asks bashfully. “We can’t do worse than we did last year,” Aiden says and ruffles Bobby’s hair. “Meet Jordan. She’s our new kicker.”