Laura Matsuda Street Fighter Novels & Stories

Laura's voice pitched high and furious, while she glared at the woman before her. "What are you doing here?" Her demand came, her body shaking with fury as she tightened her fists, signaling that she wouldn't hold back from fighting, controlling her emotions by some margin. Laura's patience had reached its limit; the boiling tension on her conscience pushed her to the edge. She no longer bothered about what would happen next, the decision to rise and retaliate was set in concrete. Her patience with all their fuss had expired, and now she was ready to fight back and put all the instigators back in their place.

But his life was lacking love which he realized after meeting his destiny. ____________________________________ Laura is the most intelligent yet clumsy girl if you ask . She is a chess player the most feared one. She play chess online and she never use her name but her writing pin which is "H King". No one has ever beated her in her game and so did he. When She find out that two of her best friends are Working or more like have been captured by the Mafia she made a plan but , she was not successful and got captured by the most feared Italian Mafia Xerver.

“We need to move, Alpha. Now.” Laura’s growl echoed through the forest like distant thunder. “You won’t get away this time, Carlos!” Carlos met her gaze, a cold smirk crossing his face. “You’re still blinded by rage, Laura. It’s going to be your undoing.” With a low snarl, Laura lunged forward, muscles coiling as she charged into the warriors blocking her path. Steel clashed against claws and teeth as the forest erupted into chaos. Laura tore through the first warrior, slashing across his chest and knocking him to the ground. Another swung a sword at her from behind, but she twisted, catching his wrist in her jaws and wrenching the weapon free.

"Fight me back you coward!!!!" "No, a winner doesn't fight useless fights. I know how to fight and win…I know where to win you!!!" Matteo laughed crazily. Lucas infuriation grew and he began to punch and kick him. Matteo didn't fight back but laughed like a crazy person. Seeing the hurt and betrayed look in his face was enough for him. When Lauratta tries to get in-between and stop them, Lucas will shove her away and continue to rain punches on Matteo until Fabiano sped into the place, grabbed Lucas and speedily crept out again.

His absence is a reprieve. Eventually, the dreaded hour arrives. I change into the standard sparring gear and head to the training grounds. Lucien walks with us—apparently observing the class—and Raven joins the medic team. The crowd is large, intimidating. My anxiety claws back up, stronger now. These women all look like they could bench-press a mountain. Then she steps forward—blonde hair, sharp voice, military posture. “I’m Matilda,” she announces. “Welcome to training—also known as hell. My job is to figure out whether you’re fit to fight in this war... or if you're just bait. It all starts today.”

"I'm not done fighting." Surprise flashed across Dante's face, quickly replaced by appreciation. "You want to fight me?" "Unless you're scared," Laura taunted. Dante threw back his head and laughed. The sound sent unwelcome shivers down Laura's spine. "I've never met anyone like you," he said, his voice thick with admiration. Laura didn't wait for him to finish. She charged, feinting left before swinging right with a roundhouse kick that would have connected with his jaw if he hadn't ducked at the last second.

I want OFF! “That’s it. No more Miss Nice Girl.” My mate narrowed her eyes as she looked from August to me. Her whole demeanor changed like a light switch. She went from defense to full press offense. “I told you I didn’t want to hurt you. But you are not giving me much choice, Tie.” Now it was my turn to block. Holy shit! My mate is fucking badass! She’s fighting on an expert level. I don’t think there’s a female in Nebrodi that could keep up with her. Hell, males would have trouble. I sure the fuck am.

Her golden eyes burned—not with fire, but poison. “You don’t belong here,” she hissed, pacing in a slow, jagged arc. “You think a man makes you Luna? You think Malachi’s power makes you worthy?” I didn’t answer. My breath came in short bursts, but my stance held. Weight balanced. Eyes locked. Laura lunged first—fast. Too fast. I barely had time to twist sideways before her claws slashed the air where my throat had been. The wind from her strike brushed my skin as I ducked low, swept her legs, and drove my fist into her ribs. Bone cracked beneath my knuckles, but she didn’t even flinch.

Isabella. The woman stands there, arms folded, lips painted like she’s walked off a magazine cover. Her eyes study me for a second too long before she speaks. “I’m Matteo’s doctor,” she says smoothly. “My name is Laura.” Doctor? I frown. “Doctor?” She nods like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I don’t trust the calm in her voice or the way she says Matteo’s name like it belongs to her. Something about her makes my skin prickle.

And freeze. A woman stands between me and the entity. She is tall, draped in silver and white, her long hair billowing like stardust. A crescent moon gleams on her forehead, and her eyes glow with ethereal light. I know her. I’ve seen her before in my visions, Selene Noctara. The First Lunar Ailura. She looks back at me, her expression unreadable. "You are not ready for this battle, Jasmine." Her voice is firm, yet not unkind. "But I will give you a moment to breathe." Then...She lifts her hand, and the entire cavern erupts in light.