Discord Jake Paul Fight Novels & Stories

Paxton stumbles, and Kade follows him down, each punch sending the crowd around us into a frenzy of shouts and whistles. “I will break your bones,” Kade growls, his fist driving into Paxton’s side. “Before you ever touch…” Another punch lands, and Paxton’s head snaps to the side. “My girl.” “Kade!” I scream, pushing through the people gathering around them. “What the fuck are you doing?” I grab his arm and pull, but he doesn’t even seem to register me. His shoulders are rigid, his breathing harsh, and every time Paxton tries to move, Kade is already there, dragging him back into the fight.

Jake grinned as he headed to Buzzer’s table, where five men were seated. “What can I get you, handsome?” “Bottle of water,” Jake said and pulled out the chair to sit down. “Glad you could make it, Wrath,” Buzzer said. Jake grinned, his smile putting Buzzer at ease as a few other men greeted him as well. A Prospect sat down on Jake’s other side. The man was well over six feet and probably close to 350 pounds. His face was scarred and tattoos adorned his knuckles. “This is Donnie. He recently retired from some underground fighting club,” Buzzer said.

Jake started laughing so much that he slapped his thigh exclaiming, "Yes, that's it!" Easing us all a bit more. It made me happy that even in this tense situation we were able to laugh. "I guess I'm next," Xavier then said when our laughter died down. Four of clubs. "Leave everyone else to me." This action seemed to catch Jake off guard. He wasn't fully aware of the next bits of the plan, so I wasn't surprised. "You can't be serious! They have weapons you know. You can't possibly beat them all on your own!" Jake raising his voice made us all look at him with seriousness settled in our faces which made him shut up and calm back down.

Jasmine asks. "Yeah kind of." I answer after pretending to think. "Sounds like you want to make Zack jealous." Paula says. It's totally true I think to myself, I want to make someone jealous but not Zack. I want to make Noah jealous but they don't have to know that. I ignore Paula's comment and say "why are you so happy by the way. I thought you and Jake were fighting." "Well we made up actually." Paula says smiling. "Wow that was fast, so what exactly was the cause of the fight." Jasmine asks.

He hummed in agreement and shifted in his seat. “Well, that was a blatant lie,” I mumbled, and he sighed. “Ben,” Jake called out with a slight edge of panic to his tone. “Sorry.” “What happened today?” I repeated, and Ben sighed before glaring at Jake. “A guy on the team was talking shit. Turns out he is Rob’s cousin. Coach was watching me, and I couldn’t do anything, but Jake heard it and punched him.” Ben said, shrugging like it was no big deal, but my cheeks heated, knowing they must have been talking about the sex tape for Ben to get worked up.

Stupid Kaitlyn smirked as if it satisfied that the two may fight because of her. Their exchange of words got the attention of people around us. I stood there trying to compose myself, debating on whether I should go up and comfront her. I have seen Jake boxing, he was really good. But it still makes me nervous to see him fight. Jeremy and Matt were called over,by some of the guys who were rushing for a frat, they came up trying to stop them, making this guy more angry to see them there. He pushed Jake and swung at him missing to touch a hair on him as Jake took a step back, making me jump in place. Jake just told him to fuck off and leave with his girl. He had no intention on fighting a dr

he grumbled. "Likewise," Jake gave a sarcastic smile back at him, before releasing Cassius standing up and stepping away from him. "Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?" Brad bellowed beneath her, finally managing to break one of his arms free and used it to turn the tables on her essentially throwing her off of him with quite a bit of force. It hurt but she turned it back around quickly clocking him in the jaw as he sat up. "Ow!" he cried, his hands flying up to protect his face from any more attacks she had coming his way.

However, all my good mood evaporates when I see the new tweet from the account I hate the most in the entire virtual universe: "@RedBoxingGloves: today @GrayBull was seen bragging about what @SandersJake did to his pretty face last night. Maybe he'll finally drop the towel?" After that is another tweet with three photos someone took of me today without me noticing, probably while I was walking to the coffee shop. My face has never looked worse than it does right now. And worst of all, this swollen eye was not given to me by Jake but by Lion, right after the fight. It was no big deal, just a little misunderstanding. Lion and I have a love-hate relationship and there are usually fists involved

Evans seems happy about my request, thankfully without suspecting anything. "See you soon skater girl", Jake says with a wink and a smirk I would love to smash off his face. He has no idea I've been doing MMA for three years now. At the moment my fantasies are telling me all kinds of things to do with his face and balls. And none of those fantasies have to do with his satisfaction, only my own satisfaction against my anger. "What were you two talking about so long beforehand? You know he's the guy from the party, right?"

But that day, he was brutal. His movements were sharper, faster, more violent. Every strike landed with bone-crushing force. His opponent—a strong warrior named Darius—was barely holding up against him. The fight should have ended minutes ago, but Jake wasn’t stopping. I stepped forward, my pulse quickening. “Jake—”