Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

Another factor that made him fall in love with her more. Falcon washed his face for a moment in the bathroom. He had to retire as soon as he had finished all the exhibitions and run to the wash to freshen up. He felt like his breath was getting heavy in his throat and he was starting to sweat under the suit. He reached into his pocket and found nothing but his cell phone and cursed.

I don't budge, I squeeze his balls with my other hand and his body fucking shakes. Like a damn fucking spasm. "Tell me.. " he looks at me, breathing loud and heavy "Are you gay" he rolls his eyes "or you're just turned on by me?" Pleasure course through me as I watch his eyes widen. With force, he punches my face. It is so sudden I fall down then he race out. "Get him!" someone yells "Let him leave" I order and the movement stop. Finally, I stand up and look around. Phones still out. Even Vlad, Caden and Elliott are looking with a hint of surprise

A full belly laugh leaves my mate, he wraps a arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “Looks like my Luna likes the idea of being punished” I just look up at him through my lashes making him chuckle. Clayton taps my butt playfully “Come on, quicker we go quicker we get back” I pout but nod, leaning up I peck a kiss on his lush lips.

Marcus grabbed Cedric’s arm and dragged him toward a black sedan waiting near the exit ramp. Then the elevator dinged. Falcone stepped out alone. No gun. No tactical vest. Just a perfectly tailored black shirt and that calm, terrifying expression. He looked at Marcus with something close to pity. “You’re making a mistake, Chen,” falcone said, voice carrying easily over the alarms. Marcus raised his gun and aimed straight at falcone’s chest. “This ends tonight, you piece of shit.” Falcone smiled. Small. Cold. “It does. But not the way you think.”

(FIGHT OVER-VIEW BY THIRD-PERSON) HEART from THE KIGHTS VS FALCON from THE BLACK PARADE Sense Enhanced: Sense of SIGHT AGILITY: 77% CRITICAL THINGKING: 74% PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 77% EMOTIONAL STATE: 74% .. Falcon stood six feet, 5 inches, with a well-built body that can be seen through his fit shirt. A work-out addict with a brutal fighting style, opposite from his opponent that is known for her elegance and grace in the arena.

I tapped it two times before it opened “Code word?” he asked. “Falcon” I muttered. Falcone said I should use his name as code word for entry and that he will inform the guards about. Rest of the pack members have different code word. Every ten members are given a different code word like bones, fly, red eyes, pointed nose and air weeds. The codes are basically related to them. When I asked him how the guards make sure it is not misused, he said once entering they have to give finger print, if it matches, then they have given the right code.

She recalled the aircraft that had flown out of the country just a few days ago. Was the same aircraft returning now? If it was, then that terrifying powerhouse inside had to still be there. What should she do? "Ms. Mosley! We have ten minutes until the aircraft arrives! Please issue orders immediately!" a general urged. Gritting her teeth, Lavinia waved her hand and ordered, "Alert the outer base! Prepare for combat! Get the Falcon missiles ready and await my command!" "What?" Odin and the other generals were all shocked. The Falcon missiles—aside from nuclear weapons—were Bukmond's strongest trump card. Its destructive power was unimaginable. Even Bukmond itself only had three of them.

“We will. After school. You tell her on the way home, and I’ll get Osprey alone. I’ll take him on a hunt or something.” She nodded. We stormed into the house past Tim, Jamie, Raul, and Sebastian, who all followed us inside. Lee and Tony fell in behind us as I led an equally furious Valerie down to Falcon’s home office. I kicked the door open, making it splinter down the middle. Falcon didn’t even look up from the computer screen. “The answer is no, ladies.” He clicked the mouse a few times and fury took me over. I stomped over to the computer before I tore the power cord out of the monitor. He growled as his gaze snapped to mine. He slowly stood up, his aura spilling out uncontrolled.

(Damon’s P‍OV) The signa⁠l hits my phone like a pulse through my chest. It’s‍ faint, almost imperce⁠ptible,⁠ bu‌ried under static,⁠ but I recognize‍ the r‌h‌y⁠thm immedi‌ately. The falcon e‍m‍b‌lem.‌ The vent. Aria. I bare‌ly think. I move.

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!’’