Fight Hard Manhwa Novels & Stories

Marcus leaned toward Sloane and spoke quietly: "You know what we're seeing right now?" "A man driven not by his body," she said, "but by what he can't say." She didn't stop him. Not now. Not like this. Because what Lennox was doing today—wasn't training. It was a vow. Quiet. Fierce. Brutal. The ring still quivered from the last fight. Malik stepped back, blood at the corner of his mouth, but standing tall. He was the only one who hit back—and maybe the only one Lennox didn't drop.

One Month Later "Harder!" Faye grunts as I throw another punch her way. "I might hurt you, Faye," I say, panting heavily. "I am the strongest female warrior in this pack and beyond. A little punch won’t hurt me. Now hit me harder—channel all your anger and hit me!" she commands. I growl, using all the anger I feel toward everyone, and throw a punch straight at her face. She stumbles back from the force, groaning as she hits the floor.

I arched toward him slowly and crushed my lips to his. He responded immediately, his lips moved perfectly against mine. His hands came up to my head, fingers entangling in my hair. It was warm and fast. So fast, he didn't notice my hand becoming a paw, only falling away with a grunt when my claws sunk into his gut. As soon as he was on the floor I flew at him, swiping once again at his stomach. Then I stepped away, the Champion stayed on the floor. I watched as he hit the ground three times.

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He raised his fist and smashed it on the fat man named Brother Yan's face. Unfortunately, his two punches were very common. Before his fists could touch the fat man's face, they were caught by the fat man. "How dare you attack me? Boy, is your hand itchy? Can I cripple your hand?" The fat man clenched He Huan's hand tightly and said fiercely. He Huan's hand was cracking. He felt that his bones were about to break, and the fat man's strength was too strong. "I, Dong Yan, have been around for so many years, and no one dares to shout at me. How dare you stare at me?"

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Just smiled, the empty, practiced smiles all girls were tortured into learning here. The third girl was on her knees in front of a man in a booth. He had her hair fisted, forcing her head down, thrusting violently into her mouth. She gagged, tears streaming, but he didn’t stop. His friends cheered. Money changed hands like it was a show. My stomach turned. I’d killed men like these. Seeing this all laid bare, raw, brutal, again made me remember the past. What they had done to maya. This horrible place wasn't anything like Velvet reservoir.

Ollie Oliver was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was on the floor of the makeshift gym in his temporary home and Elsie was standing nearby, counting out his movements. He was in pain and beyond exhausted. A part of him felt like passing out would be a better alternative than staying conscious, but there was no way that Elsie would let him quit. He loved that about her. “How is this so hard?” he asked, through gritted teeth. “I'm hardly doing anything. This shouldn't be so difficult.”

Growling, Faith warned, "Don't growl at me, you asked for this fight. It's not my fault you keep falling." Displeased by Faith's retort, Petta sprang up from the ground and brandished a blade from her back pocket, charging at Faith. I noticed the weapon in her hands, and it seemed Faith did too. As Petta swung the blade, it grazed Faith's arm as she blocked the attack intended for her face, resulting in a deep cut on her arm. Glancing at her wound nonchalantly, Faith knew she would heal as she had trained intensively in combat and pain management. Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing

I thought I was going to cum right then. But I didn’t. I was getting wetter and feverish, and my whole body hotter the more he stroked me, both his tongue and his fingers inside my slippery slit. I held on to the sheets, gritting my teeth. His fingers had become rougher in his exploration, as if he knew I needed him to do it that way. His teeth had nipped twice, and again, and again, painful and exquisite and each time, I screamed a little. My hips were following his rhythm, dancing against the thrusts of his fingers, and yet still I wasn’t cumming.