Fighter Books Novels & Stories

But today, looks like I know her already. “Y-you’re—" He didn’t finish what he said when the one with the gray hair spoke. “Death.” He said. That means she was the one I fought when I was still going to Hell Cell? Hell Cell is where gangsters fight. Well not all of them are gangsters. Some are individuals. And I’m one of the non-gangsters. I’ve been training there for 2 years. 2 years ago, I found out that I could make impossible things. I was still surprised because it never entered my mind that there was such a school like this.

It should be 4pm there cause it's a day behind USA in the Philippines I did my morning exercises for the next two hours and got ready for the day. Manager Sam had booked a match for me, 9am today at a government boxing gym. I ordered breakfast and ate then went to my own gym. No one knew it was mine still and I wasn't thinking of telling anyone When I got to the gym, I saw someone trying to steal a small pair of barbells. I crossed my arms and watched him. He thought no one was looking and two people were even in the gym already

Yrah looked too. He ran a hand through his military-style short hair and gave her a serious look. “In the underground block, there’s an arena they call the Battleground. That’s where the cockfight happens… only not between roosters but a few select inmates. Do you watch UFC? Well, it’s like that, but no holds barred and bloodier. The fights take place on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Saturday is when the big night happens.” He swallowed and scratched his neck. “I’m sorry for all the scratching. I get itchy when I’m nervous, At—doktora.” The guy had been about to call her older sister, reminding Yrah again that he was just a kid. “It’s okay.”

I would glance back occasionally, watching as he'd write notes down in his book. I didn't know if this was the college Connor was looking to impress, but I was sure that he'd impress them all. It was getting down to the last ten minutes or so of the game, and Connor was starting to get rough with a few of the opposing players. Considering our team was ahead by two goals, it made sense that things were going to get rough, but violent? I didn't see the need for that. A fist fight was close to breaking out between Elijah and another player, but our coach pulled him. That's when I started to get a bad feeling about the game. When one of the opposing players decided to get sneaky with his hits, t

M and she had not been expecting anyone before now. ''Identify yourself!'' Miriam demanded sharply as she continued pacing towards the door. ''Don't let me pull the trigger. Identify yourself!'' There was silence still and no response came forth. Miriam swung her arm behind and placed her fingers on the trigger while the gun was still tucked in her panties. In this moment, she cared less that she was in her undies as she had been overtaken by the turn of events on the night. Eventually, by stroke of courage, she dared to grab the door by the handle and instantly brandished the colt pistol at the figure standing outside behind the door. Alas, it was Ben. Ben was Miriam's boyfriend and probabl

Ulfhild determined to stay as far away from him as possible. Brand had been slightly worried when the giant warrior took the field. It had been quite a while since he had wielded a sword in earnest. There was no need other than the occasional sparring session for fun with his brothers in twenty-first century Wyoming. He was sure to be rusty. But as soon as he felt the first ring of metal-on-metal vibrate down his arms, all his years of training came rushing back. His muscles instinctively bunched and stretched as he deflected, thrust, and countered with the talented warrior. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't hold back a small smile of grim pleasure as they continued to fight.

“I hope so.” “And how’s your head?” “No problem,” he said. “I’ve boxed for almost twenty years, twelve of them pro. I barely feel a little tap on my head anymore.” Sarah Gillis’ eyes lingered on his arms and chest for a few seconds. A boxer. Yum. This guy is incredible. I’m not sure how much I’d mind being trapped in a sleeping bag on a barn floor with him during a snow storm.

“Underground. Like, in an abandoned warehouse. Bookies, cash all over the fucking place, chalk on the floor. No rules, and most guys get taken out in dark SUVs and dumped near the E.R.” She looked horrified. “Why would you do this?” He shrugged. “The money’s amazing. If you win.” “Did you win?” “Yeah.” “So, I guess congratulations are in order.” He studied her. “Hey, Reena… come on. Everybody does a few of these fights, just to make ends meet, you know? It’s no big deal.” She gestured at his hands. “No big deal? You call this no big deal? Your hands are a mess, Mitch. I’m willing to bet that you can’t even open that bottle of ibuprofen over there, can you? Is that what I heard falling on the

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

“Anthony! Bastian! Stop this madness!” Belle shouted. Anthony let out a harsh scoff. “Stay out of this, Belle!” “You’ve gone too far, Anthony! This doesn’t even make sense anymore!” But Anthony wasn’t listening. The fight between the two former friends began. The sound of heavy breathing and the scrape of feet against the mat filled the gym. Anthony lunged forward, attacking wildly. His punches were rough and unfocused, driven purely by brute force. Bastian, on the other hand, stayed defensive. He blocked and dodged, his eyes searching for an opening behind the storm of his friend’s anger.