Lucha の小説・ストーリー

Reyes—24, dirty white tank stuck to perfect tits, tiny jean shorts so short the pockets showed more, long legs, black hair messy on top. She leaned on a flat-black ’69 Charger at the edge of the pit, arms under her chest pushing tits up like a gift, eyes on the fight like it was sex. Everyone knew the rule: Winner takes anything—or anyone—in the circle. And Lula stood right in the middle. Dax took Saint down—hard hits on the ground, fists smashing head, blood flying like red jewels in the light. Saint tried to move, couldn’t, took an elbow to the head that knocked him out cold.

And the same guy is giving him the lasers. "Uh-oh." Alex squirmed under Zian's gaze. "Yes!! Don't you dare touch me. I am a black belt in ludo" Emma said, peeking over Zian's shoulder, standing on her tiptoes, holding onto Zian for support. "Ludo??" Zahir asked, looking at her weirdly. "Yes. It's a martial art. You don't know?" Emma asked him in confusion. Zian rolled his eyes at the obviously stupid girl.

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

KK slipped the headphones off of his ears and walked out the front door. Everything, he heard tonight, would put Shoten, and possibly Mage, in jail for a long time. He knew Leo wanted to end this battle and continue on with his project. This project was very important to Leo. The Rapture was a computer system that would revolutionize the way social intercation online would evolve. It had features built in that would give the user the ability to have three transparent OLED screens expanded on one system and interface using the largest CPU available for work and or gaming.

How's that innocent? Disinterested in Ben's submission about Jack, Miriam crumpled her face and shot a bloodshot look at Ben. She yanked the duvet off her unclad body and slid her panties on. She reached for her camisole and slid it on before storming out of the room to the lounge ''Bullshit!'' Miriam cursed. ''Total bullshit!'' Ben scuttled after her feeling a pang of regret for his submission on Jack. He slid into his boxer shorts hurriedly and made for the lounge where Miriam had reached for a stick of cigarette to relax her temper.

LUCIAN "And next is Death himself, Luc!!". The announcer's boisterous voice boomed from the microphone and loud cheers erupted from the crowd. I earned that name after killing more men than anyone has ever done in this ring. I guess you know where I am. The diner. I made my way to the ring in just my basketball shorts. My opponent was standing in the middle, his eyes fixed on me as I got in. He could be described as a beast among men as he was huge and bulky. The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him.

Red. Just the color red, deep blood red burning hot. Lilly's sight was like someone covered her eyes with a red piece of paper. A chill ran down Lilly's spine as she felt her body move of its own accord. Moving up from the bench by the lake and pulling her forward. Her legs moved to bring her closer to where she imagined the lake would be. Mates? What are they, werewolves in some messed-up fairytale? War since 1917? They're in the twenty-first century! This is a dream she's still asleep in her room asleep with that loveable loser on the floor.

Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle and they started lunging towards each other. Mr. Jung ducked when Mr. Min's fist came flying towards him, brutal and unabashed. He was like that when it came to Mr. Min and Mr. Kim but that didn't mean he wasn't good at what he did. Mr. Jung moved swifter than anybody I had seen fight before, you could let yourself think you'd win but he'd be right there, knocking the breath out of you the very next second. There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength.

You said I was unfit to be a warrior; prove it. The shock on his face morphed into anger, and he charged towards me like a bloodthirsty bull. I dodged his charging body effortlessly and kicked him in the shin. A strangulated sound left his lips, and as he fell to the ground, it gave him another kick in the jaw. Blood splattered across the floor, and he fell on his face with a thud. Ten seconds. That's all it took to put him down like a dog with a big bark and no bite.

I expected to see Lachlan fighting someone, but he was standing off to the side, cringing and wincing, a pained look on his face like he couldn’t stand to see what was happening before him, but he also couldn’t look away. Cherum is beside him, a look of awe in his eyes. His cheeks are as red as his hair, and he is tensing and jerking his body, like he is wishing to be in the fight too. The fight. My goodness, I have never witnessed such a powerful beast as the one before me. Its aura is familiar, but I can’t quite place who it is. I know I’ve seen this beast. The memory is teetering on the edge of my mind.