Fighting Romance Novels & Stories

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"I have loved her with my whole heart. And this time, I chose to let go of our memories and move on from her." With that being said, Chet became angrier as he shouted almost midway hitting us with a chair. Until there was this loud sound of the door being smashed and the fallen woods and pipes. That's when I saw Mizuki and Ji-hoon come to our rescue, immediately charging toward Chet. The men lost their attention to us and charged toward our two allies. Mizuki grabs one of them behind the head with both hands. He used his elbows to create distance before doing knee strikes continuously on the man until he passed out.

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Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Ximena had teleported right in front of me and taken the hit. "Ximena!" That one actually hurt to watch. "Still refusing to repent. Fine. Then you can die with him." Derrick swung his whip again. Right at that critical moment, the system popped up. [Ding. Target Ximena is in mortal danger. The system has issued a combat reward pack. Stored in inventory.] [Devoting host, take up your weapon and protect your target. If you devote, you commit to the end.] I did not have time to listen to the system's dramatic speech. I opened my inventory as fast as I could. Two items appeared—a shield called Gravity Flying Shield and a meteor hammer called… Overpowered Meteor Hammer.

Intro; In the gritty world of underground fighting, Kane is a ruthless champion, cold, untouchable, and feared. But when Astra, the woman who sets his blood on fire, shows up at one of his matches, their volatile connection explodes. As fists fly and tempers flare, their passion ignites in a dangerous clash of dominance, desire, and raw emotion. Astra’s P.O.V. The roar of the crowd was deafening, the kind of sound that shook the walls and vibrated through my chest.

Talk about what? Dante stepped toward me, "chill mate." I growled again, my chest vibrating, "I will not chill, talk about what Dante? Your deep fucking love for each other? How amazing it is to fall so quickly? Some other rom-com shit?" Dante just shook his head, "You're acting so fucking paranoid. And so what if we were? Who are you to stop us?" "I am your fucking alpha!" I snarled, flying at him. I flicked my wrist and it became a paw, allowing me to smack Dante across the face, claws digging into his skin so that when I pulled away, my nails dripped blood.

Natasha stared at Irene with disbelief, she folded her forearm like someone that was ready to take charge of something. “Actually I have a question for you, I do hope you haven't done anything stupid with my Antiono, cause am ready to beat the beast in you”. Irene was hurt inward, she had never experienced this kind of pain,the pain that comes from fighting for the one she loves with another woman who was far more classy than she was. Now she knew exactly what Antiono and Charles faced. And she wasn't going to for any reason be the cause of that pain. “Maybe this Antiono wasn't for her after all”. She thought as she walked upstairs leaving Natasha the whole living room.

Then she yanked her arm back and said, low enough that only I could hear: “You really want to do this here.” “Yes,” I said. Out loud. “Actually.” I took the beanie out of her other hand. She grabbed for it back. I don’t remember deciding to scream. I just did. And then I lunged. What followed was not clean or quiet or anything like the confrontation I’d been playing out in my head since September. Her nails caught my cheek, a fast bright sting. My hand found a fistful of her hair and I pulled with everything I had, all of it, all the months of it, and Tahni Haughton screamed.

She fought not only with skill but with a righteous fury, fueled by the memory of past atrocities, by the knowledge that these creatures were responsible for the pain and suffering that had plagued their world for generations. Ronan, a bastion of strength and unwavering loyalty, held the line, his powerful frame a shield against the onslaught. His roars echoed through the forest, a counterpoint to Malazar’s chilling howls. He fought with a cold, calculated efficiency, each move strategic, each blow aimed to inflict maximum damage. His loyalty to Lyra, to the pack, was absolute.