Kim Crawford Kickin It Novels & Stories

Kane moved on autopilot showering, changing into a fresh black tee and jeans, then heading down to his garage. His fingers hovered over the keys of his favorite car, but at the last second, he grabbed the ones for his truck instead. Tonight, he was driving slow. It was nearly 8 PM when he arrived at the underground boxing venue. And he knew she would be there. The moment he stepped inside, the scent of sweat, metal, and blood hit him like a punch to the gut. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting deep shadows against the caged ring. Voices murmured, bets were whispered, and in the background, the steady thud, thud, thud of fists hitting punching bags filled the silence.

Kim Jae seemed to get his energy back. *Chibi = small child Kim Jae ran back towards the five annoying bandits. He jumped into the air, throwing a circular kick right into the tall man's face. The tall bandit lost his balance because of Kim Jae's kick earlier. It just so happened that Kim Jae was wearing those high-soled sneakers. So, just one kick was enough to knock the bandit to the ground. Remember, even though Kim Jae is more than 40 years old, the way he dresses is like a young man in his 20s.

Not with the thump of the chopper’s slow, waiting blades overhead. Cassian paced like a man who’d already been set on fire and was figuring out how best to burn. Nova, still shaken, leaned against the chopper, her sidearm drawn, face pale under the cabin light. She clutched the flash drive like it was a grenade. Aria stood silent. Watching them both. Cassian finally stopped. “This ends tomorrow.” Nova straightened. “How?” “Live. Full confession. Everything. I want a global broadcast channel. We hit every stream. Every platform. No buffering. No edits. Raw feed.”

The memory of him clinging to my clothes while struggling to breathe came back to me. He was swollen all over, and his face had turned purple. He kept repeating, "I want to live, Eva! I want to see you and Caesar get married. I want to see you start a family!" I called Caesar over and over, but he never picked up. All I could do was beg Joey to hold on while I hugged him in my arms in painful despair, telling him that his brother-in-law would be coming to save him. However, Joey did not make it. He died in pain from organ failure as he was unable to have the surgery to replace his kidney.

Her eyes welled up with frustration as she pulled out her phone and started dialing Zac's number. ... At that moment, Zac was hanging from the ceiling, being whipped mercilessly. He howled in pain, sounding like a pig being slaughtered, thrashing around helplessly. When his phone suddenly started ringing, it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel. "Sir, please—I've got money! Just let me answer the call, I'm begging you!" Zac pleaded over and over. He couldn't take it anymore. Kian shook out his sore hand with a grimace of disgust. "You're a grown man, yet all you do is bully women. Who gives a damn about your filthy money?"

Kyle. Fuck!

I watched the guy's every move. The way he shuffled his feet, his posture and even the way held his fists. The bell rang, and some music started blaring again. It was 'Awake by Godsmack'. He jumped for, and I ducked just in time for him to miss. I shot back up and remembered what Liam said. Kicking is my strong point. I can thank six years of soccer for that.

She glanced at Heather, who squeezed her hand under the table—a silent promise that they were in this together. Jenifer returned to the podium. “Our next signing is someone who will change games for us. Last year, we had the best kicker in the WWIF, but he’s now in the NAFL. We needed someone with swagger, with nerves of steel, and with a leg that can win games. Someone who brings the same energy as the great Jason McAfree—yes, I said McAfree. Please welcome our new kicker, number 4, Heather Wammack.”

Dakota, Kyde, their brothers and sisters would be meeting with the four new Shadow’s. Kyde, Keane, KC and Kolby were in the kitchen putting the final touches on the snacks they would be serving to their guests. They set out the trays when there was a knock at the door. They looked over to their mates who were sitting on the sofa’s watching the Astros put an ass whooping on the White Socks. (Yes, I am an Astros fan. Born and raised in Texas.). There was another rap on the door. Keane glared at her at mate and the other males, “do none of you hear the knocking on the door?” She stood with her hands on her hips.

With his advance being shot down mercilessly, Zack was too embarrassed to keep trying. However, it seemed that they were quite fated as Javier and Ciara went into the room opposite of Zack’s. When Javier turned around, he caught a glimpse of Kendrick who was toying with his phone inside.