Novel & Cerita Fight Club Parents Guide

I asked Ridge when we had a moment alone. He laughed, holding his stomach. “Baby they don’t care about this stuff. They have like aerobics and whatnot they do yoga out in the field, some might come watch their mates spar but the guys don’t like it, it's a distraction,” he said. “Have you ever given them the opportunity, have you ever asked any if they want to learn how to fight, maybe they could have their own spot to go, they don’t have to do it with you guys,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

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."

He shrugs when I send him a fierce glare. Blake stares at the two boys, his eyes not once leaving them. Finally he tears his eyes away and looks at Austin. "I think I want to try." "Yeah no." Was my quick answer. Blake still had a head injury and his doctor was very strict with what he should and shouldn't do. Fighting was definitely the first on the list for what he shouldn't do. "Oh come on it's not like he could get injured. How about he just punch a few punching bags then I take him in the ring to show him the basics? Not too extreme ofcourse." Austin suggested.

Devon snickered while everyone in the hall chuckled. "My boys are ready for the outside world. I don't have rules on what they could and could not do. They could join in whatever held their interest. They don't go home crying and whining every time they got beaten up. Gang fights are fierce, don't join if for a simple kick you will cry as a sissy" Devon looked at the camera as if telling his insults directly at someone.

Taking a front row seat, I watch the fight. I haven’t been to a fight club since I was fifteen. I wanted a quick buck without asking my father for money. Anyone who knew my father knew the bastard would never give us a cent without reason. I didn’t do my chores or failed a test? He’d take my entire allowance and spend it something for himself. He’d have to watch him spend the money that was supposed to rest in my pockets. I’ve been close to killing my father several times. Do I love my father? More than everything. But does he make me want to kill him daily? Absolutely.

Air hockey and foosball tables are on the second floor and a full size pool table is on the third. You are all adults and we expect you to act that way. With that being said, disagreements happen, especially when multiple packs are housed together. However, fist fighting is assault and will not be tolerated. If fist fighting is the only way you feel a disagreement can be settled then you are to report it. Your best contacts are going to be myself, Dominic, Lucas, Patrick, or Parker. You can take the matter straight to my dad if you feel the need, he has an open door policy. You will not be penalized for anything you bring to us. If by the time you make the report you still want to fight, the

I said, "we learn to fight." A boy named Cole raised his hand. "Why do we need to fight? Isn't the valley safe?" I looked at him. At his wide eyes, his trembling hands, the hope he was afraid to voice. "The valley is safe," I said. "But the world outside isn't. And one day, the world outside will come knocking." He swallowed. Nodded. We started with the basics. Stances. Punches. Blocks. How to fall without breaking a bone. How to get back up when everything hurt.

He felt ashamed, which I assumed it was from him forgetting my abilities. “I’ll manage.” I took a deep breath and collected myself. Damian was rubbing his hand up and down my back, trying to help relax me. As we got to the door, I took one last deep breath and prepared myself. The bouncer held out his hand as Damian put a yellow card into it. He looked at it before opening the door, allowing us to enter. I had never been to an undergrown fight club, but this wasn’t what I pictured. It was a large wrestling ring in the middle of a chain-link fence. There were vampires, witches and wolves mixed in with humans and no one gave a shit about the other. I kept my aura deep within as I watched a vam

"At least give her a chance to get a shot in, babe." "Where would be the fun in that?" I wondered and held my hand out to help the girl off the floor. "Hey!" Max yelled suddenly, looking at two guys on a mat. "This is just practise, did we say to hit your partner as hard as we could? No, we did not! This isn't about hurting each other, it's about learning the skills to be able to defend yourselves!" Max glared angrily at the two guys and looked around the gym. "How about we show you what could happen if two people fight for the kill? No rules, no going easy. Would you guys wanna see that?"

"We came to an agreement." Wrinkling her brow, she stopped and gazed between them. "What kind of agreement?" "After your mother explained your inherent dislike of violence, especially in family and home settings, we hammered out a deal. They won't interfere in your decision to take us as mates so long as you're the one to make the decision of how, when and where." "How's never?" she snapped. Javier continued on as if she hadn't spoken. "And from now on, if your brothers, or father, truly feel an urge to fight, we shall do so in a civilized fashion at the gym, in the practice ring, or in extreme situations, outdoors."