Fist Meme Novels & Stories

My hand curled into a fist, my nails biting into my palm. This fucking bitch.

Flavius sniffed the fragranced atmosphere bearing a sense of comfort then he laughed. “Cool! It brings back memories when I was young.” “B-but you are still young.” The young girl recalled. “Is this for real, why do you always interrupt me. You seems you need some beating,” he drew in a fist and bounced all over, “come on are you ready, you want some, I called my left fist the jumble go round, this, you see my right fist is for ass punching. Come on why are you doing nothing or are you afraid, scaredy-cat”

His foe was on the brink, and there would not be another chance to gloat. "You got it!" Alexander's roar was fierce as he unleashed a torrent of energy, slamming his left fist into the ground, his mouth bleeding. That was the Seven Injuries Fist at its peak—Seven Fist Unification.

This was not the time to doubt each other. Pulling his arm back he gathered strength into his fists and swung it towards the multitude that dared to challenge his authority. Rampaging Fist: Breaker! *Boom* “In times like this, I envy his simple-mindedness,” Dragon King Bast smiled wryly as he watched Monkey King Hanuman obliterate several hundreds of wielders with just one fist. “Sometimes I forget how strong he is,” Dragon King Bast sighed.

I can’t hear them talking but I think that’s about getting Felassi. I saw the man laugh and Celeste turned into a lion out of anger. Just a few minutes later she punched it hard in the chest. Celeste gasped because of what she had done. Celeste's significant move was made by her again. That’s one of Celeste’s most famous moves especially when she’s furious and can’t control herself.

“Now make a fist.” I curl my fingers around my thumb, tucking everything up against my palm. Taking my hand, he unfurls my fingers. “You want your thumb on the outside, covering your first two fingers. And you want to keep your fist level with your wrist, braced so it doesn’t go up or down. Less likely to break your bones that way.” He holds up his palms. “Now punch a hand.” “I’ll hurt you.” “I’ll be fine.” Hearing the slap of my fist against his palm, I don’t much like it.

Roll: performing, fine, don't believe me. I practiced until my hands remembered, until the movements became reflex, until I could signal without thinking. "One more," he said. He took my wrist, positioned it, let go immediately. "This one's just for us. Fist to heart, then open. Means 'I'm here. Even when I'm not here.'" I practiced it. Fist to heart. Open. The gesture felt like promise, like warning, like the beginning of a language only we spoke. "Why?" I asked.

Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make more and more contact with his inner skin. "Arrrgh!" Fist shouted out in pain as he held the sword impaled into him. "NOO!!!" I screamed. I was about to rush to help him when he turned to me with a smile and brought out something from within his shirt. It was a bomb detonator. He was going to blow himself up. "Fist," I muttered as I made to go towards him, but before I could take a step, he pressed the button on the detonator, and a loud flash of light blinded me as some strong force pushed me to the ground, causing me to black out.

My hands curled into a fist. I, Alessandro Lexus Ganovese , just got fucking slapped.

I gritted my teeth in anger while my right palm formed into fist. Pissed to the very core of me, I brought my fist up, landing it on his face.