Fight Like A Man Book Novels & Stories

For a change, he is now the one asking for attention from this woman who still remains anonymous. Mill: You're too uptight bee-bee. You're like a tiny blouse with buttons already about to pop out to a woman's huge breasts. Lindy gaped. "This man is just absolutely disgusting." Lindy: YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING AS HELL!!! Of all things you could've compared me to being uptight? It had to be popping buttons from a woman's huge breasts?! WTF! You’re a psycho! Milo chuckles, “And there’s more names I see. You're really something Lindy.” Milo mumbles to himself. He knows he never had this kind of conversation with any other woman before that's why he enjoys texting with her so much.

"I don't accept sorry for an intentional crime but give out punishment according to your crimes. There's no forgiveness in my kingdom." "Please..." I clipped my lips against each other with my two fingers as the word flew out of my mouth without permission. Their eyes bored into my skin like pines of needles. "Shameless man?" She cocked her brow, giving a sarcastic scoff. "I've heard of ladies who quickly rubbed their ego and pride in the mud simply because they are weaker, cowardly, and afraid of the next judgment that will be pronounced on them but never have I heard of a man who will do such a thing!" She smirked.

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

Not now. But the fire inside me didn't care. It wanted out. The rogues or whoever they were... closed in, tightening the circle. The forest seemed smaller, darker, the air heavy with anticipation. I licked my cracked lips, my voice a rasp but steady. "If you think we're easy prey... you're wrong." The man's grin widened, teeth flashing. "Good. I like a fight." And then they lunged.

Real men didn’t prance around in a pair of shorts, kicking a ball. Real men rode horses. END OF BOOK SEVEN

After talking to him, I suddenly realised I had never been so tough or stood up against a bully like that day. Provoked by my words, Anthony came closer to me, looking raged, he looked like I had poked his secret wound, exactly, my goal was to crush his ego, that was his punishment for talking down on me. He was right at my front, just a step away from me. He held his hands in a fist and raised it up to hit my face, but I avoided it. Now, my assumptions were clear, he was a weak bully. The only way to feel like a man was to prey on another person by bullying them. How do we explain a man engaging in a fist fight with a woman?

CHAPTER-4 “FELIX POV” As the men in black got closer and closer, I prepared myself to fight. I was shocked when one of the men in black held my hand I immediately kicked it in his manhood and it almost screamed while holding it there! deserve! “Don't come near me if you don't want to be like the man with you "I threatened them but they didn't seem to be moved by what I said! They still continue approaching me until I punched a man in the face when he held me on my shoulder!

Then the man lunged at him—like a beast. **

Felecia grabbed the book and wrenched it from the woman's hand. Behind her she could hear the grunts and sick crunch of a fight being waged with the man. Felecia could more than handle one woman on her own. The woman swung her arm, her fist glancing off Felecia's jaw. Felecia swung with the book again, using the spine as a weapon. Sharp points and right angles always made for good make-shift weapons. The woman's eyes rolled up in her head and her legs gave way. She slumped on the floor, blood trickling down the side of her head.

The room exploded into motion. Men stormed in from the hall at the sound, but my little lamb fought like a devil unleashed. He spun, elbowing one man in the throat, ducked under another’s arms and slammed his head into the man’s jaw with a sickening crack. Someone grabbed his wrist, but he twisted, the knife glinting, forcing the man back. He was fast, way too fast for someone his size, feral in a way most men never were. Every movement was precise, practiced. This wasn’t a man simply defending himself. This was a man who had fought before and he was a professional.