Jack Gilinsky Imagines Fight Novels & Stories

Joshua's tall frame lurched hard, his vision going dark for a split second. Elijah's eyes were bloodshot, hatred tearing through him. "You can insult me all you want. I don't care. But you ruined the gift Win gave me! For that, I'll fight you to the end!" Joshua lifted his tense jaw and calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He then swung back and smashed a heavier punch into Elijah. The two impeccably dressed men stripped away the last layer of civility, fighting openly in front of everyone. Joshua had trained in combat and kickboxing, so Elijah started losing ground.

I quickly said, “I don’t want my very empty guts to be in the floor, considering half your pack is currently sneering at me and want a piece” He laughed and I watched as his eyes glazed over for a second and then everyone was on their best behavior. I just rolled my eyes and leaned on the wall, watching and observing. “Well” he said, leaning down “what?” I asked scowling. “Pick your opponent” he just said. My scowl deepened. If I was right about wolves having excellent hearing, then I’d say they heard him and they all stopped sparring to see who I’d pick. I scanned the crowd, while muttering “thought you said I’d be taking your best fighter”

Jack was already there, waiting in the shadows. When the black sedan rolled in, he stepped forward. “Evening, gentlemen.” The driver’s door opened. A tall man in a dark coat stepped out the same voice Kendall had heard on the phone. “Where’s the lady?” the man asked. Jack’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Safe. But you? You’re about to have a very bad night.” The fight was fast and brutal. Jack moved like a man with nothing to lose precise, efficient, unrelenting. Within minutes, the man and his backup were down, their weapons kicked away.

"Mr. Jenkins, this is a fight between women. It would be best if you stayed out of this." Matthew clenched down on his molars as he spiralled into fury. "Who the fuck are you? You must be the one behind everything, huh? I'll never let you off the hook!" His threat did not bother Giselle one bit. With the two locked in a scuffle, Giselle took advantage of the chaos and landed two hard kicks on Crystal. Screams resonated throughout the room. Suddenly…

After a while, the bald man said, “You’re new, right? Do you know what happened to the security guard who ruined my plan? I crippled his arm on the spot. If he hadn’t run fast, his leg would have been broken.” After the bald man finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the woman with a wretched expression, like a hungry wolf looking at food in its mouth. Jack’s face was filled with black lines. ‘F*ck. So arrogant. Why don’t you take a look at whose chassis this belongs to? This is my chassis.’ Jack glanced at them coldly. The four hooligans only had a maximum combat value of 40. Fighting with him was simply courting death. It would not be challenging at all.

Looking up she saw the lady looking smugly at her. "You wanted to fight me; why are you running away now?" The boyfriend wanting to look manly before the ladies, slapped Shanice as she tried to get up. Because the fight was happening outside the mall, the security guards were not going to intervene so Shanice knew she was really in trouble

How could he be so stupid? Jack skidded to a stop behind Julia and Diana, a soldier diving for cover in an old World War Two film, his movements trailed by snipers—though safe all the while because he was just an actor directed by someone beyond the camera’s view, someone who pulled the strings without hesitation. The girls recoiled as he slipped into the seat behind them. The Eagle has landed, Jack thought, giddy. And cut! “Someone say they got scissors?” Nobody answered at first. Jack saw the chicken-shit kid at the front peering his way in the mirror. From here he could just make out the driver’s face, too, her expression a dead and unmoving thing. Good, stay that way.

Gil was furious and embarrassed now, how could a simple Omega mock him like that! As he walked towards Trevor angrily, he saw that he wasn't the least bit afraid of him, instead, he put on gloves and looked at him sternly. Gil wasn't a good fighter on his own. When he went into a fight, he was always with his friends, but they were all in a different class. At first, he thought it should be easy since Trevor was an Omega, but looking into his confident eyes, he wasn't so sure he had a chance of beating the guy.

I shouldn't enjoy this. "You are such a little slut aren't you," he whispered evilly against my ear, as he moved his attack there. I tried to weekly shove him off, but I was drained. Mentally and physically. My body felt like jelly from fighting him up to this point, and now that I was naked the endeavor seemed pretty fucking pointless.

As his men finally start to file in, he says, “Let’s get this over with so they can go lick their wounds.” “I want my top 3 warriors to step forward,” Alpha Jack demands. Three very large men step forward and glare at Greg, thinking he is going to be their opponent. He gives them a shit eating grin and sits down cross legged on the ground and looks over at me expectantly and winks. I shake my head and walk out to the middle of the training ground and give them a bored look. They look over at me in surprise and the blonde one looks over at Alpha Jack and says, “What the fuck is this?”