Fighting Romance Novels & Stories

She almost went on a run but she was afraid she would bump into Lorenzo. The fight he and Nick had gotten into was one of the scariest things she had ever seen. And she had seen tons of wolf fights but this was different. It was the two men she loved. The two men she was torn between. Her mate, and the man who should’ve been her mate. Not only that, but the fight had been violent and brutal. The power and anger coming off both of them was something like she had never seen before…….not in any of her training.. not even with her fight with Susan.

I asked. I saw tears coming from her eyes. I panicked. Did I hurt her? Was I too aggressive? "Yes, I am. Don't worry. I can take it." "You sure? Why are you crying?" Instead of answering, she cupp my fave and pull me for a kiss, she bit my lower lip and I let her tongue battle with mine. I directed my shaft on her entrance and slowly slide it to her inside. Thrust and Pound. That is the two things that I'm demonstrating.

he asked while the others laughed "no am gonna do this" joel said and gave the guy a punch across his face making the guy fall back "did you just punched me?" The guy asked while touching his face "yeah and am gonna do that again" joel said with confidence "you idiot you're gonna regret this guys get him" he said and signals the other guy to fight joel. he moved closer to joel and they engaged in a very serious fight exchanging fist and all that when the leader brought out a knife from his pocket and I gasp when he made an attempt to stab joel with it

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

Vida said and tears slipped from her eyes. "Well you looked somehow with a bullet stuck in your arm and I am sure you won't able to handle it "I said and she hugged me placing her head on my chest "You jerk"She said and hit my chest "Ouch! I am a patient remember.You can't just hit a patient"I said "That patient is my jerk of a husband who scared the heck out of me"Vida said "I will sue you for hitting me.I'm Kingston Ashford remember"I said "You are back to your attitude.I am Mrs Vida Kingston Ashford remember.I was only showing my affection my hitting you "She said

she yells,looking ready to burst into flames Ignoring her protest,I guide her toward the dining table“You’re not leaving this room until you’ve eaten something” She struggles, twisting against my hold, but I don't budge. With a quick maneuver, I sit down and place her on my lap. Her body stiffens.irritation radiates off her in waves,but I keep my arm securely around her waist,locking her in place. Get off me!”her fists pounds against my chest. I don’t flinch “Stop fighting,Fiora…You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Reaching for the plate of Caesar salad on the table,I spear a piece of chicken with my fork and hold it up to her lips “Eat.”

Honestly, there was nothing she hated more than a proud man. ‎“I should take my leave now” She added, prying her hand out of his grip. ‎“Wait, I'm not done” He said pulling her back, his tone laced with entitlement. ‎ ‎“Don't you dare touch me" Porsha commanded pulling her hand away once more. Her heart racing with anger. ‎“Oh! calm down. I don't want a fight. I just want to know you better" Boris said, a lustful smirk crawling to his lips.

Romy said. Romy managed to smash Damien's back until he was thrown away. "You're weak," Romy shouted again. However, Damien landed safely. His eyes were burning red, a sign that he was still furious. He ran as fast as he could to block Romy. Then, they clasped hands. Almost immediately, Romy's pointed fingers clawed Damien's handsome face. Dust scattered as they fought. Romy's right hand managed to pounce on Damien's shoulder. The fight stopped for a moment.

My ribs ached where he'd cracked me good, but fuck, that only made my cock twitch harder in my shorts. This underground fight club was my church, and nights like this, when the line between beating the shit out of someone and fucking them blurred, were my sacraments. Rocco spat blood onto the ground, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that feral glint. He was built like a goddamn tank...broad shoulders, thick thighs, tattoos snaking up his arms like warnings. I'd seen him fight before, watched him break jaws and egos, but tonight, I wanted to break something else.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.