Knockout X Breakdown Novels & Stories

Maybe his damn cock was broken, because I couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Three good times. We'd done it three times already tonight, and he still hadn't come – not even once. So, clearly, the problem wasn't me; he must have been the one who was broken "Are you...are you close?" I panted, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, as he pounded into me with reckless abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with a deafening crash, the wooden frame shuddering ominously, as if the entire piece of furniture was on the verge of splintering apart

Liam had told me not to let him take me to the ground, but as long as I held control, I was confident that I would be fine. I hit him in the face with all my force. After about three hits, he managed to get me off him. I took a couple steps back while he tried to balance himself. Liam had said it would go on until knockout. I had to be prepared to end it. Not waiting for him to stop swaying, I slammed my fist into his face again, and he fell backward. The crowd erupted into cheers, and Jax came out into the cage. He shook my hand.

"Four days ago our girlfriends ex husband broke into our home in the middle of the night. He was caught flirting with Jessie's cousin on our wedding night. They got a divorce and a few weeks later he shows up telling her he wasn't supporting a child he didn't want. Little did he know, the child she bares in her womb is mine. "Long story short he broke in, looking to kill. We fought several minutes for the gun before I shot him twice in the chest. Jessie has a history of miscarriages and started bleeding vaginally. When I got her to the hospital, she flatlined," I say in a wavering whisper and meet her eyes. Tears fill hers as she recalls what Jessie said. "She doesn't know. Only Mollie and m

That he kissed me first under the stadium bleachers. But Adrian says nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, Cross?" Dad asks. "I'm sorry, Coach," Adrian replies. "I let you down. I let the team down." "And my brother," Ethan adds harshly. "You let me down worst of all." "I know," Adrian's voice is barely audible. "I know I did." I wait for him to explain. To defend what we had. To tell them it wasn't just some casual hookup or manipulation instead he doesn't.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

I knocked on the driver's side, and the window rolled down. Zach sat inside, one hand on the steering wheel. "Do you need something?" he asked. "Get out of the car," I said. He looked at me without moving. "Come out and talk," I said. He gave a short laugh, turned off the engine, and stepped out. He was a little shorter than me but had a solid build, the kind that came from boxing. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked. "The mark on Hazel's face," I replied.

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Then, he said, "It's not right. However, you turned her down in front of everyone. How do you think that made her feel?" "So what am I supposed to do? Just sign it anyway?" He did not say a word. "Howard, that house's down payment was 90,000 dollars. My parents sold their place to scrape that together. They're living in a rental now." "I know that..." "You do? Then, why didn't you back me up?" He stayed quiet. We went to bed that night, wrapped in silence. When I woke up the next day and checked my phone, the family group chat was in an uproar.

You are the man who chooses what to do with it. I had not broken anything with my hands since I was sixteen. Now here I was again like a fucking teenager. The blood was starting to show across my knuckles now, slow and dark. The bond had gone quiet, which meant she was happy, or something close to it, and I was sitting in a car with broken knuckles bleeding on the steering wheel I had just destroyed because I couldn't handle seeing another man touch the woman I had marked. I was in serious trouble.

“Let’s break up, Carl.” I never dreamed that I would be the one asking for a breakup. I had a crush on Carl Lorde for three years and tried to win his heart for five. When we finally got together, I did everything he wanted and never even considered a breakup. He cast me aside for Cynthia Winston, his childhood friend, repeatedly and put me on the spot constantly. Yet, I never made a fuss because I loved him and had spent five years winning his heart.