Mickie James & John Cena Novels & Stories

Mico Styles could not help but widen his eyes and part his lips in shock as he stared at Jate Woods. Jate Woods was furious with Mico Styles, who had tried to intimidate his wife. So without hesitation, he snapped his wrist. Crack! "Ahhhh!" A blood curdling screamed heard on Mico Styles. Slap! As he screamed in pain, Jate Woods sent him flying backwards with a smack, and Mico Styles abruptly fell silent. Jimmy Miller looked at Jate Woods in horror. Even Mico Styles was not worthy enough to be his opponent! Jimmy Miller regretted not reminding him earlier to bring a few more skillful masters along.

Jaden not paying much attention to Gusto and Joey made his point clear. "I love that spirit!" Rocky excitingly said. This opponent was different from the other ones he has ever faced. Miguel is fast, strong, rugged, and corny. This makes him difficult to handle for James, but a single missed kick from Miguel, led to him losing his balance... he was seriously capitalized on by James, and that lead to the brutal finishing from James on Miguel. The referee had to run into the ring to stop James from almost taking the life out of Miguel, who was lying down on the ground, bleeding.

Michael shakes his head violently as if there was not a chance that he would be kind enough to give me the opportunity unless earned . " Ugh fine . " I don't bother arguing since I know he won't agree anyway . " Rock paper scissors . " Mine was scissors and his was paper . I stick my tongue out at him . " Best out of 3 ? " He suggests and I shake my head with just as much intensity as he had done before . Jace chuckles and his eyes don't leave me for a second , making me feel slightly conscious and uncomfortable . I place the cue ball at it's original position and lean forward , aiming at it with the stick .

James pointed at Misha, then at me, then did a weird hopping circle in place. “Tell me there were candles. Tell me there was rope. No, don’t tell me—actually do tell me—” Misha froze. Completely frozen. His ears turned a dangerous shade of red as he slowly turned to glare at James like he was plotting ten thousand quiet deaths. “I’m going to gut you,” Misha said, voice low. “I knew it!” James giggled, twirling once. “Lorraine, my dear tragic heroine, blink twice if you need rescuing. Or a shot of espresso. Or a celebratory mimosa.”

" Noah's voice broke my train of memories. I looked around. Thank God he saved me, or else these people would not have left my side until they saw my wolf. I stepped into the ring, waiting for him to announce my opponent. To my surprise, it's Mickey again. I smiled at him. He bows to me before stepping into the ring. "Do not go easy on me," I say. "As you say, Bestie" Mickey smirked. I am in my training outfit, and Mickey is in shorts. Before starting the fight, I looked at Noah; his face was blank, showing no emotion. We sparred initially, and when I landed a blow on Mickey Stomcah, he stumbled back. Taking that as an opportunity, I started to land more blows on him, which made him stumble.

we launch forward. He reacts instantly, meeting our flurry of punches with solid blocks. Neither of us lands a hit until we go to sweep his legs. He jumps back and comes at us with a kick to the stomach. we Launch backwards into a summersault, and I release full control to Zanthe, she Pulls the shift mid-air. We land on all fours and don’t hesitate — we launch forwards, Jameson is standing in the middle of the ring staring, we bowl him over and Zanthe's jaws close on his neck and shoulder in a clean, controlled hold.

"James!" Mike loses his feet and staggers to the back, but when he regains his stance and lifts his head, his eyes are red and angry. He throws the bottle he has in hand to the side and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and my heart pounds in fear for James, who refuses to stand down. "Fucker. You’ll regret that." Mike growls and launches at James. He throws a punch to his face, and a scream tears from my lips as James’ head snaps to the side, but he quickly recovers and punches Mike square in the jaw.

James thought as he positioned himself to fight TP. TP stood there staring at James who appeared to be hopping and changing the position of his feet on the ground as he moved all over the place like he was trying to display some Bruce Lee moves.TP laughs and in one swift move, James finds himself flying and falling to the ground further away from TP. The ground moved backwards allowing him to fall heavily on the floor. James raised his head to find TP standing on one leg tilted to the side with his other leg up in the air. James held his chest and coughed out blood.

I walk into the living room to find Nate, Future, and Andrew with two big bowls of popcorn watching TV. “Hey, come. WrestleMania is just starting!” Future informs. I take off my shoes and sit down on the blanket with Future. Nate and Andrew are sitting on the couch. “Five hundred rands on John Cena,” Nate says, placing five hundred rands on the table. “I love John Cena, but he is old now, so I'm going with Roman Reigns,” Future says, placing six hundred rands on the table. “I'm going with John Cena,” I say and place five hundred rands on the table, even though I don’t have the slightest clue who is who.

“Iʼm elated. The Marciais Power will be passed on by an excellent cultivator. With your current powers, you can go up against anyone from the Tai Chi World.” James supported Yianni as both of them descended to the ground. They sat down on a huge boulder next to a stream. After a while, James brought up the question he had held to himself for quite some time. “Mr. Yianni, am I strong enough to defeat Tai Chi now?” Yianni was momentarily stunned. Then, he stared at James with a look of bewilderment on his face. “I knew you’d say no,” James said resignedly and turned his face away.