Kim In Kickin It Novels & Stories

Time starts. I swing back, not because I want to win, this isn’t about winning, but because standing still would be suicide. Titan is already on me, throwing a low kick that cracks against the side of my knee. It almost folds me, but I pivot, catching Cain’s fist with my shoulder as he barrels in. They don’t wait their turns.

Kimora POV "Is that all you can do, Kimora? Your punches and kicks are weak and your slow on punching and kicking!" The trainer shouted at me. Her name is Lyn. She's professional on martial arts and all types of guns. She can also make a bomb even if it's incomplete, she just needs the main ingredients.

Redric swiftly carried Shin and then ran outside, and Chika seemed to be chasing them. Shin's body looked very light in Redric's arms. The man seemed to be holding a kitten, so lightly. If Shin was currently in a good condition, maybe she would be surprised and struggled when she found out that she was in the man's arms. But at this time Shin was like a baby who kept silent and gave up. Shin just wanted to get away and get away from his cousin. Yeah, that's all.

Finn shouted from upstairs, rubbing his sore back. Kiran's gaze fixed on Kim Jong-tae's face, "So, you’re considered a top expert in Stick Nation…" He trailed off, shaking his head with infinite disdain. "What do you mean?" Kim Jong-tae asked angrily. "Stick Nation is so pathetic," Kiran said as his right palm swung towards Kim Jong-tae. "You are the pathetic one!" Kim Jong-tae fumed with rage, his fists swinging towards Kiran's temples. Slap! Kiran stood still, his palm striking Kim Jong-tae’s right cheek with a resounding slap.

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“And you’re gonna be good at it. I can tell.” Kim K cleared his throat from the doorway. Loud. Dramatic. “If you two are done eye-fucking in my lobby, we still have fittings. Accessories. Pole work basics. She needs to walk before she can grind.” Enzo didn’t look away from me. “Five minutes,” he told Kim K. Voice flat. Final. Kim K huffed. “Fine. But don’t ruin my masterpiece before she hits the stage.” He disappeared back through the curtain. Left us alone.

I swiftly kicked him in the face, knocking him out. Once we defeated Dustin's team and left them unconscious on the ground, we moved quickly to get Kim back. Minor wounds would heal in a matter of minutes. Broken bones would take a few hours. We didn’t want to risk fighting them. We jogged for hours, growing more and more exhausted with each passing minute.

Kim quickly bounced up to her feet and faced him again, this time more carefully. "Good! "Not your ankles!" "Perfect!" "Geez! Be conscious of other parts of you!" Kim came crashing on the floor in a second. "Why is she fighting like a fish? I've being watching from my spot," Kim suddenly heard someone say walking up to them. She quickly rolled off the floor to see who the voice belonged to. Lo and behold, Rebecca stood there, hands at akimbo, starring intently at her. "She's doing good for a fresher, she's one of the best," the instructor said.

That's what everyone here calls her. "Because of you, I'm out ten bucks," Kevin says, not doing a good job of whispering. "Me?" Kimbra asks. "What did I do?" Kevin tilts his head my way. "You brought a real guy here. I put money on him being made up." Kimbra reaches out and punches his shoulder.

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.