Cheat Warrior Novels & Stories

I'm beginning to hate this nifty little trick. “This is… cheating.” “Since when does a warrior give excuses?” He replies, looking at me like some stain on a shirt he's been trying to get rid of. “There's an easy way out of this, you know?” “Like hell I do!” I struggle, forcing myself back to my feet. But his unconcerned look doesn't change. Still, he only watches. And when I finally rise up to my feet… “Plummet” he whispers. “Oh, fuck.”

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

"I don't know how to cheat in combat." "You will by the end of two weeks." She nodded to the first warrior. "Attack her. Don't hold back much." The warrior lunged. I barely dodged. His fist grazed my shoulder—enough force to spin me around. "Too slow!" Isla called. "Anticipate movement. Read body language. Move before they strike!" We went again. And again. And again. By mid-morning, I was covered in bruises. But I'd managed to land one decent hit—a knee to the warrior's groin that made him wheeze.

She gasped dramatically. “How dare you?” “The plan is to destroy those cheaters and make them pay for everything they’ve done. That doesn’t mean we get to transform into evil villains from fairy tale movies.” I laughed, laughing freely this time. Naomi grinned. “I will gladly transform into an evil villain as long as it gets those two what they deserve.” “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m your friend.” “That sure explains everything. I was wondering how I turned out this strong. Turns out it’s because I have you.” She smiled and I hugged her this time, trying not to cry again.

Only Ezekiels essence whether it be blood or scent affected him that way. The table groaned in protest as Lander stressed the leg as hard as he could. Until one of the weaker bolts slid up and out of place, but still the table's leg, held by three more bolts, didn't quite give in. "Dammit!" Lander barked looking up. "This is fucking cheating! I want a rematch!!" hissed, looking past Brandon and towards his brothers. Suddenly Walter deep voice called out. "Victory! To the 1st combatant!"

“Are you certain? I think it quite likely was. If he knew you did not speak French he may have found the double meaning funny simply because you would not understand it.” “I think it more likely he meant to remind me that I must entertain him whenever he commands it.” “Did he ever call you mechant? Either mechant chevalier or chevailer mechant?" Fann narrowed his eyes, “possibly, why?” Eleanor smirked up at him. “He was calling you the mean, viscious, evil or....wicked warrior.”

They would adhere to my commands. Bowing several of the young warriors back away as many of the other warriors loyal to Celeste moved forward starring me down and looking at her. There were only a handful but they were large. I could easily take each one of them but to not cause them harm would be difficult as my beast and I were designed to kill.

He takes another bite. "I married her for her cooking," he says after swallowing. "Liar. You love her." "Mostly her cooking," he says with a bigger grin. Argh. Men. "Tell me about Che." His expression changes and pride takes over. "Che's a handful as you've discovered. He doesn't listen, pushes our buttons, and challenges his boundaries daily. He'll make a great warrior, much better than his father even if he's not Shadow Warrior." "Why do you say he'll make a better Warrior?" I ask. Che's five years old and it should have occurred to me that Boot wasn't his biological father. Boot takes a giant step up in my regard. He treats Che as a father should.

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

"Home? Which one—the place where you cheated through a wall? The house that was never mine? You keep saying you love me. When you were screwing him, did I cross your mind? What about what we promised back then?" She froze under my stare. No excuses. Just a slow shake of her head. Her eyes filled up. I felt nothing—except the urge to laugh harder. She'd done everything wrong, and now she was playing pitiful, begging like that fixed anything? So what—cheat openly, say sorry, and it all disappears? "No, it's not like that," she rushed out. "Glen, I really, really love you. Just forgive me. Just this once." I shoved her back, voice ice-cold. "When love's gone, it's gone. Same as before—when you