Falcon Punch Captain Falcon Novels & Stories

Then someone crashed into the frame. Number 17. The Falcons’ captain came out of nowhere. His stick snapped forward, and with one clean, ruthless move, he stole the puck right from Marvel’s control. One second Marvel had it. The next, he was stumbling, off-balance, as number 17 blew past him. I lowered my phone, my breath catching in my throat. He moved like a storm. Aggressive. Unstoppable. His own teammates seemed to clear a path for him as he charged the Eagles’ goal. The goalie crouched, but it was too late.

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

She turned to face me and gave me puppy looked. " Please..He's so handsome and I mean if I have a picture with him, together then I'll be the most popular in school." She handed me a print of Mr. Falcon, the industry's biggest and best showbiz entertainment company, The Stell. Falcon Entertainment, and I overheard that they also own a building, a sports car, a hacienda, and a lot more. I stared at him, and he, of course, stared back at me, the picture.

Not to mention how she managed to go about without making much sound. "Are you okay?" Falcon asked, tugging at Peggy's reins. I didn't get a chance to reply as Deli's whip came at us, almost slicing off one of Peggy's wings. Turns out Peggy wasn't her target, Falcon was. The whip snaked around Falcon's arm, yanking her off Peggy's back. "Catch her, Peggy!!" I yelled, charging at Deli. She flashed me a grin as her whip let go of Falcon midair, coming down for me. It was fast, really fast.

My voice sent out a deep growl as I gnashed my teeth and let out a deep growl. ‘‘Yes, Sir!’’ Falcon gave me a nod before jumping to his feet and holding him down immediately. ‘‘Mr. Maxwell, please! Don’t do this to me, please... Have mercy on me!’’ He pleaded with his face pressed against the solid wood of the bed. I charged at him, pushing Falcon away and threw a punch on the man’s face. ‘‘You want mercy!’’ I roared on his face, my veins bulging from my neck from too much anger. ‘‘This is the extent of my mercy!’’

And just as he expects, names pull up but none of the three Reeds Whitby appear to be in New York at the point, neither are they even natives of the city or have they been seen nearby anytime lately. Marsh snickers and leans back in the chair and scoffs. “Someone was being careful and used a fake name. There is only one other way to catch this son of a bitch now… See him visually.” Falcon is a pretty big rental company, so obviously, there can’t possibly be a way which they won’t capture the faces of their renters, ad have some sort of identification for them… The drive to Falcon takes nothing more than forty five minutes and its few minutes to ten am when Marsh and Halloway pull up outside.

Ming Yue declared and gazed at him coldly. The corner of Zhi Qiang curled up even more as his time became mysterious, "We'll see about that." Thus he answered with such words. The three members of Black Falcon felt sour feeling surging from their hearts as they watched their tyrant captain flirting right in of them. What kind of new torture was this?! Shouldn't the captain dismiss them first before flirting?! Did he want to abuse the single dogs so much?! "Hey... are you sure he really is our captain? He is not being invaded by evil spirit or alien like in Men In Bl*ck movie right?" Wei Qian whispered to the other members.

he said to me. “So fill me in, I’ve been gone for nine days, what’s going on where?” I asked him. “Nothing much. No problems, no rogues, no lone wolves, no injuries, if you don’t count mine,” Falcon said, and I laughed as we walked into the castle trailed by Carter. “Did you really kill a bunch of rogues on your first night?” Carter asked me. “Something like that,” I said to him as we reached my chambers. “Happy foot rubbing,” Falcon said and winked at me.

She flicked her wrist, and a bodyguard stepped forward, holding a leather gauntlet. Perched on it was a pure white Sicilian falcon, its talons sharp, wings folded tight. “Her name’s Issa.” Sofia’s smile was sweet, venom dripping from every syllable. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” The falcon launched off the gauntlet, wings beating hard as it swooped straight for me. My face drained of all color in an instant. A primal, gut-deep terror crashed over me. Flashbacks of that rainy night seven years prior, when rival capos had sent a trained falcon to maul my face.

He muttered before starting to move again. ~~~ Falcon arrived at Kyle's house in his car. His head was throbbing brutally. It was as if he was beaten with a hammer. Despite the intensifying pain, he drove. "What's that?!" He exclaimed, squinting his eyes to look ahead of him through the windshield. The security guards outside Kyle's mansion were attempting to chase a homeless guy away. Falcon got out and neared them. As soon as he got within earshot and heard their argument, he stopped short in his tracks.