Fight Like A Man Book Novels & Stories

A man’s hand is wrapped around his wrist. Wrong. The word echoes through every part of me. The other man is speaking, leaning too close, smiling in a way that triggers something old and vicious in my wolf. He smells like control and rot and entitlement. Edric’s pulse is racing. I can hear it. I can hear everything. The world narrows and I don’t think. I move. The man turns just as I reach them, surprise flashing across his face. “What the…” Then, I hit him. Not with strategy. Not with restraint. With instinct.

I hate how they know me so well. “You’re not wrong Pax. Fighting is like fucking. You gotta to be agile, reactive, and have enough fucking stamina to render your opposition powerless.” I feel my dick twitch just thinking about it. Seeing a woman panting, glistening with sweat after she has won a battle or defeated by her climax is perfect. We all snicker as I shove my hands in my pockets of my black ripped jeans.

I hissed as he forced my legs open and settled himself between them. “True. You ain’t a wolf yet, but soon the moon will be full and I will turn you,” he said as he rammed his manhood deep into me. “I’m just laying my claim onto you now before the others come looking for you.” Having his enormous erection shoved deep into my unprepared and unwanting womanhood was shockingly painful. I screamed loud and long as he pumped his manhood in and out of me; not just from the pain, but from the outrage of what was happening as well.

I wave my hand flippantly. He whispers so low I almost miss it. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want you to go anywhere.” I raise my shirt again, not looking up at him. “Well, I have some pretty solid evidence that is complete bullsh*t.” “Tell me, in all those books you read, did you find anything that says how to make a human a pack member without hurting them? Or how to claim them, mark them without killing them? Because I haven't been able to find a thing and I can’t risk it…risk you.”

Weston left his hold on him, happy to have been able to convey the message that he wanted to. Timothy grinned at him, mocking him. "You're worse than me, dude. How can you f*cking like your sister?" He said, taunting Weston with an evil smirk on his face. Weston's hand shot out and he punched Timothy right on his face. The force of the punch was so much that Timothy staggered and fell on his but*. A gasp escaped Isabella and she panicked, not knowing how to stop the fight. It looked like Weston would kill the other boy. Blood dripped from the boy's busted lip and broken nose which he wiped, his eyes mad with fury. He gained his balance and jumped up all of a sudden, his face fierce and spite

Liam’s pov. As our bodies collided amid the intense fight, I could feel the heat of the battle coursing through my veins. The man I was up against, too possessed the power of a wolf, and as soon as the fight began, he swiftly shifted into his formidable wolf form. The clash between us was fierce, using my strength, agility, and instincts to gain the upper hand. The adrenaline pumped through my body, fueling my determination to protect Lia, who had been stripped and left vulnerable by these particular men.

running, Lance was infuriated. The tavern was not as small they it looked. It had secret rooms where the traffickers did all their dubious activities. Lance snorted. He was not going to catch up with Calvary and his men so he resorted to jumping off the flights of stairs. He caught up with three men. He slammed one to the wall as he leapt on their flight of stairs and sent him falling off the stairs. He lay still and lifeless soon after that. The other two charged at him. Lance dodged a punch that was aiming right at his face and grabbed the man's fist and twisted his wrist. There was a thunderous shriek from him as his wrist broke. He tottered back in anguish while his colleague came aft

Frist of all, I don’t know if I should trust this man. My silence makes him frown, “If you are injured, you should have removed your camouflage to get proper treatment.” He seems to have little patience, “Which team are you in?” Sorry if I forget to mention, this man is beyond handsome. if this book is my own diary, I probably will spend 3 full pages on how handsome and fit this man is – not to mention he is uniformed. There is a sense of sharpness and boldness on him that triggers me. It is too much to say I am totally turned on, but you get what I mean.

“Jackson, don’t, ” He gently pulled her behind a crate as the first man lunged. Jackson dodged fast , impossibly fast , slamming his fist into the man’s ribs. The impact echoed sharply. Savannah froze, barely breathing, as the second attacker came from the left. Jackson twisted, blocked, struck again. Savannah watched in stunned disbelief. Jackson fought like a man who’d learned violence the hard way , not in gyms or polished studios, but in survival. “Jackson!” she cried as one of the men swung a metal pipe.

With those words she lowered her head in a bow to the man as she darted to the side, she needed to take a bath, remind herself that she is a woman and that she had no place in that offer. The man liked her spirit because she was a boy, the only thing liked about women is their bodies. And it is taken by force when the woman has no man to fight or defend her honor. She felt the man watching her, she just hoped that he didn't feel affronted by her refusal, she knew that it was far from the last time she would see that man in her life.