Fight Club Novels & Stories

I genuinely believed that it was only a matter of time before the man would end up connecting one of those devastating punches with Kelly's face or body. And then what? She'd be seriously hurt. Maybe killed. "You are too stubborn for your own good, Kelly," I thought desperately, my hands clenched into tight fists. Why was she doing this? Why was she risking her life like this? My eyes wandered around the venue, trying to distract myself from the horror in the ring. And then my gaze fell on an inscription painted on the far end of the wall in bold red letters. Fight Club. "So this is an actual fight club," I thought with growing

The middle guy punched the third guy in the arm. “What? How was I supposed to know? It wasn’t like they advertised it!” “Dumb shit over here… went to an undergrown… event.” AKA fight club. “He lost all of our money in one go!” Greg looked at him pitifully. “Mason wanted to bet on some loser, but Derrick had to bet on the female.” Wait, what? “That sounds like fun! I love watching a cat fight.” Damian licked his lips like a perv.

Alice sighed before she stood up straight and delivered the final bullet to his head. It was almost nine when she got to Walsh Hanson’s fight club. Walsh was a stubby fellow, polite when he needed to be and always paid his dues to Don Diablo on time. He had been running this fighting ring for as long as Alice could remember, and a lot of men came in to fight for cash and a few additional strings. If some were lucky, they were offered the opportunity to join Walsh’s club if they wanted. This was the place to be on a Saturday night, if someone was interested in seeing women and men kicking the shit out of each other. Alice had heard that a skilled fighter was co

Ellie thinks to herself and attacks again. Low growls, the sound of punches, and painful grunts cause the room to start filling up, as people watch the two in amazement. As minutes go by, the fight becomes harder, but strangely, their strength match. Zane and Ellie are breathing hard, sweating profusely, and they have bleeding marks here and there, but neither of them is willing to back down. Both wants to win. "You want to tell me my little girl can hold a fight than my sons" Ellie's father turns to his boys and gives them disappointing looks.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

Margaret called after me. "Don't follow me. I need to be alone!" I stormed out of the hospital and drove to the family's underground fight club in the warehouse district. In the training area, twenty punching bags hung in a row. When I walked in, everyone present bowed their heads. "Don?" Marco, the club manager, saw me. "What brings you here?" "Get me a fighter," I said, shrugging off my jacket. "Your best." "But Don..." "I said get me a fighter!"

If she seemed too indifferent, he’d push harder. The car finally slowed, pulling into a private, dimly lit parking lot. Isla’s stomach tightened as she spotted a neon-red sign: Inferno’s Underground. A fight club. Her heart pounded. She had heard whispers about this place—where men fought without rules, where money and blood mixed in equal measure. Dante stepped out, rounding the car to open her door. The move was almost gentlemanly, if not for the way he looked at her, as if daring her to hesitate.

Dino, adjusting his collar, stepped into the dimly lit fight club house in Mexico, his keen eyes scanning the smoky air for any sign of Luciana. The underground club, with the deafening cheers of the crowd drowning out the muffled grunts of the fighters in the ring, reeked of sweat and alcohol. The arena, a circular pit with blood-stained floors, was surrounded by men placing bets, their shouts blending into the chaotic atmosphere.

’’ I read the message and looked at the attached picture of a nightclub fight. ‘‘Well, I will definitely join this, after all I have more benefits. First, my mind will use a little peace from this fight, and second I will get new weapons.’’ I muttered and got up to leave. I didn't reply to the text, because I know the person who is offering me the latest model weapons. He never contacts me directly and acts like an unknown person. I dashed the car on an empty highway, and reached to the location in fifteen minutes. I walked inside the fight club, which was filled with people, shouting at the two fighters, fighting in a ring.

Three other victorious fighters from earlier matches trailed in as well, all of them tall, muscular futas with hungry eyes and growing bulges in their shorts. “Club rules, rookie,” Carla said, voice low and mocking. “You lose… you pay. And tonight you’re the locker room bitch.” Roxy tried to stand tall, but her legs were still shaky. “Fuck you. I’m not….” A heavy hand from behind shoved her forward. One of the other fighters, a tall Black futa named Jax grabbed Roxy’s sports bra and ripped it off in one brutal yank, exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples.