Kickin It Kim Novels & Stories

Kim stood facing the fighting men two metres away from them in her beastly form, she scent a familiar scent and charge towards where the scent came from, cuz she felt that particular scent was kinda hurt or something, may be calling out to her for help. She had her way to where the scents came from, knocking out some men she scent were not familiar in her park with her horned head and her death striking punch away from her way.

And he stared. Kimber was currently on the dance floor at Adam Catrell’s bar, The Hang Out, swaying her sweet hips to a Shakira song about that very part of her anatomy. With thighs bared by a skirt so short it neared indecency, a strip of pale belly bared, she danced—sandwiched between Adam and his brother, Burke. The club was smoky and crowded and just getting loud. And despite all that, Deke couldn’t mistake the lust on either brother’s face.

Then walked up, steady and slow. His face drained as I reached for the mic.

After three rounds, Kimberly knocked out her opponent by landing a blow on its torso and kicking it in the head. She won the match instantly and earned a medal. "You're amazing, Kimberly!" Nathan praised. "Perhaps, I should be more careful about making fun of you." He added, grinning. "Ha-ha, you should be." Kimberly laughed and kiddingly kicked him. Nathan quickly avoided it. "Just kidding, honey." She chuckled. "We should have a celebration," Nathan suggested.

Kim waved at his bodyguards to signal them to retreat while showing a submissive look on her face. Then, she kicked the woman who led the way to the ground. “Scram! You’re in the way!”

She kept her hand on her hip and grinned. "Let's beat the crap out of CIN!" She said and raised her fist in the air. "Yeah!" Ethan supported enthusiastically. Ashley smiled. Andrew nodded pleased. That's my girl.

Kim woke up in the middle of the deep night. She feels peeing. She entered the restroom directly. Soon, she jumped in panic. She immediately put on her shorts when she saw the person on top of the ceiling. Kim ran in fear even though she was still stumbling. She does not care. She can only get away from that person. Who is that? Why is she on top of the ceiling? What did she do there? Kim was shaking with fear. Her heartbeat quickened.

Before he could respond, she’d swept his legs out from under him and pinned him to the ground in one fluid motion. Nick had burst out laughing, doubling over and slapping his knee. "Ash, man, she’s half your size, and she’s got you begging for mercy!" "She caught me off guard!" Ash had protested, his voice muffled from the floor. "Yeah, sure," Kimmy had said, rolling her eyes. "Keep telling yourself that." She’d stood, dusting herself off like she hadn’t just humiliated one of the strongest warriors in the pack. That was Kimmy: fearless, relentless, and completely unapologetic. And now, she was walking straight into the lion’s den for Quinn.

The woman looked like she had been crying. "It doesn't hurt, stop crying," Dan said with a small smile. "What doesn't hurt. Your face is no longer handsome," Kimberly said, making Danial smile as he shook his head. "Are you good at kicking?" Dan asked. "Of course." "Now help me kick something," Dan said, getting up from his seat and lifting Kimberly's body by holding her between his arms and spinning her around. At that moment, Kimberly kicked them all. "Run, we run now," Kimberly said as they fell.

"Same as usual. You?" "We got to dance for that rapper from California. The one with the gold teeth." I grin at her and shake my head. "And how was that?" "Kimmy had him sign her ass for her. I took a picture. Do you want to see?" Before I could answer, she pulls up her phone and shows me a picture of Kimmy bent of the guy's knee with a marker in hand and a giant grin on his face. Kimmy is looking at the camera with her mouth open in a laugh.