Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

“Relax.” Timothy put his hand on Falcon’s back, making him stop thrusting into me as he eased slowly inside of him. I licked and sucked on his mark but it did nothing to ease his stiffness or the small whimpers of pain coming from him. Timothy poured more lube on him as he pushed in deeper with each movement. Falcon gripped the edge of the desk beside my head and his eyes closed. His cock twitched inside of me before a guttural moan echoed around the office. Timothy’s hand pulled Falcon’s head back. “Fuck her!” he ordered.

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

“Of course. Those irrelevant feelings are her strong point. That makes her a human.” Eagle plastered his ear against the calming sound of the thumping heart and mewled. “How about Falcon?” BANG! The sound of ignition went off yet again. The ground yet again roared pitifully and shook violently. disregarding the chaos, both of them were already in their own fantasy world. Malikul’s eyes filled with nothing but warmth. Another hand patted Eagle’s head with a deepened smile. “Falcon is the smallest bird predator. It was coming from an eagle's family yet smaller in size. Despite being small, it was dangerous, stealthy, and agile. Apart from that, it is intelligent.”

Rev the engine and peel out, tearing up the black top. **** I pull into the lot at The Falcon. I love this alliance. Falcon ridge has the best bars and the hottest girls. Both packs are allowed to cross the border whenever they want as long as they don't cause problems. I park and get out. Beep the alarm and look around. I see Blades truck and Zekes audi. My boys are here. I walk in and the place is jumping. Ladies night. Girls drink free and it's like fucking Christmas in here.

all of their fates would be decided within the next few minutes. Brandon gave Falcon no chance to catch his breath. The instant Falcon's punch missed its target, Brandon pivoted and drove his right elbow into his brother's ribs. Thud! The powerful blow forced Falcon back half a step. For the first time since they had met, the expression on his face changed. Not to fear, but to surprise. Brandon immediately seized the opening. His left fist shot forward, smashing into Falcon's temple, followed by a hard kick to his knee that threw the man's balance off.

Eliza chuckled, glancing around and causing the other members of Dragoria Palace to laugh. "The fifth technique of the Falconia Method? You're from the Falconia military?" Brooke, who was seated, looked at Maman with a smile. Her tone clearly indicated certainty despite phrasing her words as a question. Everything had happened in an instant, but Adrian saw it all clearly. The Falconia Method was developed twenty years ago by the military of Falconia in collaboration with numerous domestic powerhouses to create a powerful attack for new powerhouses. Known for its immense destructive power and sinister moves, it was called a technique exclusive for powerhouses due to its ease of learning but d

Bella and I were standing there. We were not holding hands. Mom’s eyes widened. She pushed the guard aside and lunged at the glass. “Bella! Ray!” She pointed at the empty space where we stood. “Have you come to see me? Bella, you’ve forgiven Mom, haven’t you?” The guard grabbed the radio and spoke into it. “Inmate 1043 is emotionally unstable. Requesting assistance.” Two guards rushed in through the door and grabbed Mom’s arms. They dragged her out. Mom’s shoes scraped against the floor.

Falcon opened the bedroom door as I holstered the pistol and walked in behind him. “Get the fuck out!” Rupprecht yelled loudly. He was straddling the young girl on the bed, his hand around her throat. He didn’t even bother to turn around. I lunged at him and tackled him off the girl. Falcon swung the rifle onto his back and went to the young girl. He took the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her. “You piece of shit,” I said, as I hit him. He cowered on the floor, his arms in front of his face.

The thick smell of burnt flesh filled my nose as more tears ran down my face. After what felt like a lifetime, he pulled the cursed rod away from my skin, and encrypted on my left arm was the letter ‘F.’. I could hear the loud pounding on the door. “Please, let her go!” Bree cried out. Falcone ignored her pleas. “Smile for the camera; let’s show your mate your newest brand.” A click followed, indicating he’d just taken a picture.