Fight Club Novels & Stories

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down. The grimy underground chamber, the complete opposite of the elegance above. Where there had been silk and crystal, there was now concrete and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation and the acrid scent of blood. The fight club was very popular and well known to everyone that walked the other side of the law. It was one of the hottest enterprises run by the Salvatore brothers. Invitations were always random and limited and the slots taken as soon as they are opened.

He filled her up to the edge of sweetness and her moans rented the house, the sounds of skin slapping skin and his large hand spanking her ass as he fúcƙed her hard were creating a sinful music in the background. From that position, they moved to the wall then to the bed again where she came on top. They did every fuçkin style they could think of and they had no plans of stopping. [ Underground Royale, boxing arena ] It was few minutes past 9pm and the fight was only getting hotter. It's an exclusive underground fight club where the most dangerous boxers in Italy come to. The main area had a boxing ring surrounded by a dark seating, dim lights, loud music, and

He needed his Beta. His search led him to the city's festering underbelly, to a place known only as "The Cauldron." It was an illegal, unsanctioned fight club housed in the cavernous, abandoned boiler room of a defunct power plant. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, stale beer, and spilled blood. The roar of the crowd was a primal, thunderous beast, feeding on the brutal violence unfolding in the steel cage at its center. This was not a place for men in tailored suits. So Jack left his new persona at home. He wore dark jeans, worn combat boots, and a simple black hoodie, the hood pulled low to shadow his face. He wasn't here to bet; he was here to hun

I’m a difficult patient, actually I’m a heavy weight good as hell, I was at the peak of my carrear, flying over the octagon, invincible in ten fights, till my girl, who I treated like a little princess, was caught fucking my biggest opponent in the gym bathroom. I would be tasting the blood if it wasn’t for a single detail: the person who caught her being fucked in the gym bathroom was me. I was the one who caught her moaning like a cat in heat while I was getting ready for the fight of our lives. Thinking that bitch used to tell me she hated fights, she made me swear I would quit MMA. I got out of the bathroom seeing red and when I got to the ring and did only what I was accustomed to do, k

It's like Uno flipped and flew right into Rico after hearing his lewd suggestion. "Uno!" I gasp as I watch him punch Rico's face. Rico's face began to bleed but his smiles were still there and it trigger Uno more. The class is panicking om choosing who will stop the fight. "How about me as a top , huh? You like that?" Uno gripped Rico's bowtie and mercilessly throws punch at him while he is sitting on top of Rico. I stand up and tried to stop him from charging against Rico but at this moment he is unstoppable.

I shrugged slightly and he immediately lunged forward, fist landing in the middle of the pads that lead to me wincing silently but he went on, delivering more and more punches to the pads with no gaps in between. This was the thing about him, 'Tiger Jae' or so his fans called him, had ferocity in his game, not too much wrath, just a lot of challenge in his eyes and moves. Had I been the actual receiving end of this fight, I would've definitely faltered with how he intimidated people. "Whoa, that was really good Sophie," he smiled, this time the light reaching his eyes indicating that he was out of his fighting trance. Mr. Min backed away slightly out of breath and leaned in one corner while

The engine roared to life and we pulled ahead. Ma'am ! It reminded me of Michael, I didn't know what's he doing right now? "Where is our gang?" "They will come directly there" The streets were completely silent today and stores were closed. The BB fight club was underground warehouse far from city buzz. "Don't they have any legal issues ?" "It's all secret world Ann. They conduct the matches very confidentially where there is no scope of legal authorities. It's about one night and next time they will change the locations to somewhere else", Alex explained detailedly.

While it's extremely unlikely that I will ever have to fight with a sword in the future, it's still a good skill to have. After months of extreme training, I started to feel more at ease. I no longer felt like I had to always look over my shoulder, rather I felt strong and empowered. Much to Xavier's dislike, I joined a local fight club. I needed a way to take out my pent up aggression. Fighting really helped. It almost became therapeutic. While Xavier never said anything, I could tell how uneasy he was about joining a fight club. So I decided to just go once a week, which changed to once a month. I also always went with Jax, as

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 growled, scrambling to my feet. The last guy swung a punch, and I barely dodged, countering with a sharp jab to his jaw. He staggered, and I followed up with a knee to his stomach. Take that, jerk. “Who’s next?” I demanded, surveying the crowd. The club was silent now, eyes glued to the chaos. The five men lay defeated at my feet, groaning and unable to move. Weak jerks. Then, amidst the hushed crowd, a slow clap broke the silence.