Fight Club Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I promised because I was going to use this as the perfect outlet for all my pent-up frustration—sexual and otherwise. "Do your worst," one of them taunted, crouching into attack position. "The rules are simple," my father called, "no shifting. That means no claws, no fangs, no wolves. This is hand-to-hand combat. There will be no fatalities here today. Do I make myself clear?" A chorus of "Yes Alpha" reverbed through the room. "Sure thing Alpha Killian." I heard Orion say. After an unnecessary dramatic pause, my father yelled, "Let the games begin."

"I'm not telling you where I was. Your thugs can beat me up all they want." He eyes me before giving them the go ahead. The two of them come at me and I fight them as much as I can but they do this for a living and I don't stand a chance. They hit everywhere but my face. My father doesn't want people asking questions. Right now, all my friends think I'm in a super exclusive, very secret fight club. My father clicks his fingers and they let me go. "Call your mother this morning or they'll be back."

I don't know what I think about that. I would never want anything bad to ever happen to her, so it does make me uneasy knowing that she lives so close to a place like that. "She'll be ok." Kenji remarks. "What are the chances that she would even be able to find the club or for others from the club to find her? It's an exclusive club, and the last time I checked, twelve-year-olds weren't welcome. Like seriously bro. How can a fight club keep up its appearance if they let kids fight?" Kenji remarks.

Fight club the next. Tyler Lockwood's life? A damn rollercoaster.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

“Remember what you said. My name is Harvey Warren. Don’t blame me for bullying you if you lose. Come on.” “Hey, there’s a solo fight happening!” The children around them were cheering as they quickly grabbed the best seats to watch the fight. They loved watching solo fights. In order to have a fair fight, Harvey and Max did not use their personal gaming IDs. Instead, they used the IDs provided by the club for training. That way, both parties would have the same character, abilities, and equipment. Harvey generously allowed Max to have the first pick because he insisted he should not bully young children.

Less drama and it keeps the ole ladies and current girlfriends happy. “So where is Felicity and why didn’t she fight for her child?” I ask because if that was me. One, I would never allow my child to be treated like that, and two, I would fight tooth and nail for her. “She gave up her rights and signed Melody over to her father. Felicity will never change. We stopped working with that MC a while back after your dad and brother saw the state of the clubhouse and women who were working there. The place is rotten and so are the members.” My momma explains and I nod along, listening as I take in our clubhouse.

Even though I fucking hate it. "Before we decide you're way too young to be doing that shit," Farrow mumbles absent-mindly as he keeps typing on his phone. Farrow is even more against Bobbie doing MMA than me, but he’s the one who set that fucking center and accepted kids, so it’s only karma that his own daughter decided it would be extremely fun to get kicked, punched and thrown around for hours instead of just swimming or something ‘girlier’ like he expected. I only allow it because Bobbie clearly loves it and because I don’t hate that she wants to be a strong woman. I like that about her.

I answer, "He's only one of the biggest guys in school with an ego to match his size. He's a royal asshole" Mom grabs my hand and leads me away from everyone, “Come in the bathroom. I want to check out your ribs before you start training. The last thing you need is to puncture a lung before the fight.” I walk into the bathroom with her, she starts poking around to find them completely healed. My mom gives me the all-clear to train with the dads and fight tonight.

Mom and I heard a loud slap. “Daddy, I won’t allow anyone to bully, Art! We haven’t had our first fight like the normal siblings, I haven’t experienced the moment that Art and I will punched each other because of a toy or gadget then we’ll end up laughing and act as if nothing happened after that fight then those kids will have the guts to punched and kicked him?” “Who punched those three kids? Why did they end up like that?” mom asks me. They already saw the kids we fought earlier in the school. I pointed Red as an answer.