Lindsay Boxer Novels & Stories

He has so many models at his disposal, he doesn't need to search anywhere. "I am not suicidal like you. She is Asher Morrison's wife. Don't you know that it's similar to courting death if we against that man? He is not only rich, but also a famous boxing champion during his college days. If not with his money, he can easy crush out skull's with his fists" Lance reminded Bryan. Asher used to be a boxing champion during his college days. A sport which he picked out of curiosity. By the end of his senior year, he became undefeated.

I love to spar; Tony and I were taught how to box as kids and growing up we just loved to try and beat ten tonnes of shit out of each other. Fuck me, my breath almost forgets to come as I take in Lucky’s fucking fantastic, hot as sin body. Her sleekness is arresting, her long limbs encased in neon pink leggings are toned. Impressive and her flat stomach has abs, wow, she must do a lot of working out. I can see them between the top of her workout leggings and the black crop sports top she wears; her small but perfect breasts hold my gaze. “Fuck are you looking at?” She snipes at me, I chuckle. And there is Lucky Gianluca with her sword tongue again.

But I would not back down. He turned to leave, but I pulled him back. There was a big contest happening in the school, open only to senior year students. It was a contest in which the winner got to face Draven Ardent, the youngest and best boxer in the city. If I could enter the contest, I believed I could win, and maybe even beat Draven. I weighed just fifty-two kilograms and stood at five foot six. But I was completely convinced I could beat the boys in the contest. I had been training secretly for the past three months. All I needed was for Coach Peterston to agree.

Damned. Lindsay was 17, mousy and thin, with light brown hair (the same color as mine) that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing her usual workout outfit -- a tanktop and yoga pants. She eyed us, confused, like someone searching for an obvious word but unable to find it in the moment. "Nothing," Lucy said, like this was a perfectly satisfying answer. She didn't even get off the pillow. Just spun around and stared up at our younger sister. "Go away."

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

The women with him were all wearing heavy makeup and had artificially sculpted faces; Lindsay’s natural beauty was on a different level. “All of you are going to die!” Apart from being bullied by Kiran, she had never been this angered before. In her eyes, she was a Queen who decided the fate of others. These people were merely clowns. “Die?” Maddox was not angry, but he smiled and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you die too.” Haha… The others laughed wildly. Even when Lindsay’s celebrity-like face was full of anger, Maddox and the others were not afraid. Instead, they were smiling at her as if they were admiring her.

I cheer while picking up my mac book. I need to get some bids submitted and try to see where we can cut costs in the shop. LISA POV "Oh honey, I haven't even begun to work up a sweat," I say in a sickly sweet voice. I love boxing she-wolves. They give me the best competition. Plus, I hate when people underestimate me due to my species and heritage. So each call-out becomes a lesson in humility for them. "Want me to work over that pretty face for you, honey," she asks in a voice matching my own.

the lounge, trembling as she dialed Isabella Blackwood's number. Boxing truly was a great way to vent frustrations. After an hour of intense training, I was drenched in sweat, feeling as if every pore in my body had opened up and released all tension. As I and Lia Kelvin headed to the bathroom to freshen up, Lia couldn’t help but admire my perfectly sculpted butterfly bones and my flawless waist-to-hip ratio. "Vivian, your body is incredible! If you ever decided to enter the entertainment industry, you'd easily outshine all the supermodels and actresses! No wonder that dog Dominic Blackwood can’t get you out of his mind." I smirked dismissively, "Which one of your eyes saw him pining for me

CHAPTER 21: Hailey's POV "Wait, you want me to play Lindsay Ford's role?" I blurted out in disbelief. Miles simply arched an eyebrow, his expression betraying nothing. "Is there an issue? I assumed an actress of your... purported talents would relish such an opportunity." I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to find the words. Lindsay's performance in The Boss' Uncanny Girlfriend had been a tour-de-force, rightly earning her the Best Actress award last year.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get