Fight Club Novels & Stories

It was the most lawless, chaotic corner of the entire city. The moment the club's owner realized I'd shown up in person, he came scrambling out to greet me, practically tripping over himself, and thrust a roster into my hands, gushing over a lineup of supposed top fighters and retired mercenaries. I watched, unmoved, as men beat each other bloody in the cage for a few thousand dollars, flipping through page after page of the roster. Nothing caught my eye. Too weak. None of it. Irritated, I stood to leave.

Maybe I should start going back to the fight club, now I need to make more money. I left the mansion and took a cab to the fight club when I was done with breakfast. No one is usually fighting by this time of the day to be free from the police, since this is not legal. But when I got there, I met most of them hanging out. I know people don't usually hang out here so I was curious. These are new faces. I decided to go inside and check on who is there, these people are humans and not worth my time. "Where are you going pretty?" One of them asked.

Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward. A huge fight broke out in earnest. The scene instantly descended into chaos. Everyone in my family was incensed. They showed no mercy to the Bakers. So, each person picked their target and fought with all their might. The situation grew more and more chaotic until, by the end, it was clear that my family had the upper hand and was pummeling the Bakers mercilessly. Even my eight-year-old nephew managed to land several solid kicks. The fight only stopped when the village chief, Richard Anderson, rushed over in a panic and broke it up.

He was on the edge of losing control but kept his real self under control. “Are you serious? Do you think we are here to joke?” the last of the bullies yelled angrily. “Let’s get this over with,” the first guy who pushed him said, approaching Fighter. “Okay, that is it,” Fighter mumbled. He clenched his fist, and his face began to change. His jaw expanded, and hair covered it almost immediately. He grabbed the guy by the shirt and threw a powerful punch to his face. That was all it took — the guy fell to the ground and gave up the ghost.

He clearly had anger issues and probably had never resolved his feelings about his mother. How had he ended up in this position? So young living in a mansion and being able to buy out restaurants for the day. “Just turned nineteen.” He spoke. I rose my brows. “And school?” “Dropped out at fifteen but got my GED. There’s nothing I could learn from school about life that the streets hadn’t already taught me.” “And the fight club?” I asked. “Part of the family business.” He spoke. “It had been my brothers idea. We started out small, street fights here and there that toughened us up. Then turns out I was actually good at it so we made it a business and grew it int

The club was quiet at this hour, the front doors locked. The faint smell of spilled alcohol, cleaning solution, and stale sweat lingered in the air. Cleaning staff mopped the floors, the wet swish of mops and the clink of broken glass punctuating the silence. One worker was on all fours, scrubbing a stubborn bloodstain with forceful strokes. I frowned my customers knew I had zero tolerance for fighting. The last thing I needed was police attention. This was an exclusive club, my clientele understood the rules. So how the fuck had a fight broken out?

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

I didn't talk with the other boys that much, so oddly enough, it felt more comforting being near him. "Guys, you know Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the guys." We all waved awkwardly. "So, how are you guys able to be down here when there's no adult supervision?" One of the guys answered my question. "We're apart of the weight room club, they kind of trust us to be here." My mouth dropped a bit, "That's a thing?" There were a few laughs, but I was still serious about my question, which they caught on. "Yeah, it's a real thing. We meet in the afternoons and during free periods and just work out. It's pretty awesome, actually."

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.

I know for a fact my ass is going to be on fire when we're reunited. Kaito holds up his hand before I answer. "You know what, don't answer that. I fight in a club, it's great cash." Thank fuck he's letting me off the hook, I was about to say I'm a lesbian. "You fight?" Okay, that is the most interesting thing I've heard in a while. "Like boxing?" He smiles as fully as his broken lips allow. "More like MMA, and it's also not on the legal side, so don't go looking for me on the internet because you won't find anything."