Eight Rules Of Fight Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

Antonio asked staring at his friend “You scared the hell out of me,motherfucker!”. Peter said hitting his hand on Antoino's shoulder Antonio laughed out loud “I can't believe you finally decided to wake up after Eighty freaky days”. Antonio nodded his head in affirmation, that was the first time he realized how long he had been in coma “Just say you missed me, and you probably can't live a life without me”. Antonio said smiling at the walls of his beautiful house Peter held his hands,he stared into his eyes as though he was about giving him an advice

Looking older than eighteen was easy when you'd spent the last month being beaten into shape. "Classification?" This was trickier. If I claimed Alpha, they'd pit me against other Alphas, and I'd have to hold back too much or risk exposure. If I claimed Omega, no one would take me seriously. "Beta," I said. "Upper tier." He made a note. "Fight experience?" "Enough." "Uh-huh." He pulled out a standard contract, sliding it across the desk. "Pit rules are simple. Fights continue until one fighter submits, is knocked unconscious, or dies."

" These are the rules and regulations you must follow, you must not order any delivery food, you'll eat everything Daera eats, you are not allowed to back out from any mission, you are not allowed to faint, it is a disrespect to boss Daera" "Shivering, stuttering and crying is also not allowed, you must keep the golden mask on your face at all times and lastly you must address me as Master Eight only if we are alone " Eight concluded righteously before a punch landed on his face. " No one is calling you master, if you want to be called master, then you can go and train the new recruits " Meek said calmly as if he hadn't just delivered a punch on Eight's face " What makes you think I can't tr

I mutter, "if someone breaks something, it's your fault." Ryan immediately calls out: "That sounds promising." The moment I step onto the mat, something shifts. The joking energy fades while pack instincts quietly take over. Now they're watching. Evaluating. I roll my shoulders once. "Alright," I say. "First rule of fighting." Ryan raises one hand immediately. "Win?" "Don't get hit." Hunter snorts. "Solid advice." I point directly at him. "You. Come here." Hunter steps onto the mat while cracking his neck.

I hesitate, seeing the huge crowd in front of me. My footsteps slowing down as I took in the rows of warriors standing there, with hands behind their back and pose stoic. "The second rule of fight is to identify your opponents weakness. No matter how great of a fighter your opponent is , remember everyone has a weakness."

"So, here are the game rules. There are 10 of you, and you have 8 chances. You need to win 8 fights. You can use your powers to your full extent. If you lose, you are going to stay here until I get entertained. But if you win. I will send you to your destination immediately. So, let the game begin!"

I can’t disappoint him. It’s step into the ring to go against the youngest wolf here.He’s skinny, his wolf still growing and building it’s body.. His voice seems void when he greets me though . His face showing no emotion. “What’s the rules everyone?” Cyrus’s voice booms over the noise. “ No shifting during the fight unless previously stated. No sneak attacks . Raise your hand to tap out of you want to stop the fight” “Ruby, are you ready?” I’m not sure; I have never had a lesson in fighting before. I don’t give him an answer, and he doesn’t wait for me to answer him.

I said. "A fight has broken out on the first floor," he said. I furrowed my eyebrow. This was surely going to be a very long day. The nerve of them to think they could do as they pleased in my bar. "Throw them in the dungeon," I commanded. I didn't care who they were. There were rules and regulations in my club that were strictly adhered to. I remained the best in the underground and mafia world because I stuck to my rules. They would be honored by a visit from me, but not today.

Isaac, Amir, and the others take uneasy steps back from where they’ve gathered to watch their leader school me in how shifters fight on the circuit. They fight to lose. You don’t start until a bell rings. You have to stop when it rings again. No strikes allowed to the neck, throat, spine, kidneys, groin, knees and below. No stomp kicks. You can’t break bones on purpose. Eldrick does concede that on purpose depends on if the referee is friendly.

“This isn’t about becoming a soldier. It’s about learning how to move, how to think — how to stay safe.” Seris nodded, her violet eyes serious beneath her thick lashes. She wore a charcoal tunic tucked into slim black training pants, her boots still too new to bend properly. “What’s rule one?” Aries asked. “Don’t start a fight—finish it.” “Rule two?” “If I can run, I run.” “Rule three?” Seris grinned. “If I have to fight, I win.” Aries chuckled, but there was pride behind his eyes. “Good. Let’s see what you remember from yesterday.”