Might Guy Youth Novels & Stories

Sometimes he treats me like a kid, too, I don't like people doing that, but, I have to admit, he's cute. "In case of doubt" He repeats, widening his smile from the side even further. I deny with my head and return the gesture. Most of the people are outside, in the big courtyard in front of the house, there are also people inside, but most of them are outside at the campfire, standing hands on the kegs of beer, competing to see who can and can't, or just watching and shouting names like a baton. I don't think this is the most appropriate place for underage boys, between 16 and 17. We shouldn't be here.

-I don't think you'll need to look for it," he says, looking behind me. -Why not? He pointed to the ring. I turned to look: there came Colton climbing in the same black shorts down to his knees, barefoot and shirtless. On his knuckles he now had a kind of white strip to protect them. And apparently today they didn't have a horn to announce them. Maybe because this place was new. Another guy appeared on another corner, he was tall, stout, thick, muscular, he was intimidating. He had the face of an ogre. I thought he looked very strong on par with Colton. Very old. I was scared for him. Now a judge, or whatever you call it, appeared between the two of them with a microphone.

I broke myself out of my thoughts when I found myself in a dark alleyway that was near my biological parents' home where some younger teens were standing around and talking about something interesting. "I can't wait to get to the bar, the fights are awesome man, trust me!" the first guy exclaims. "How do we get in though? We're all only 16." "I know one of the street fighters and he gets me in and guess what? He's gone against The Mysterious Demon!" That was convenient for me. I walked a little closer to them to hear them better. "Did he win?" the other guy asked and the first one answered a slow 'no..' which made his friends laugh and I smirked along with them.

He asked as he slid his hands in his pockets. "I'm not here to see you; I came to-" MJ said sternly, but was cut short by another voice, and all heads turned to look at the person. "God, Logan! I've been trying to get hold of you all weekend!" The person said. It was a young man who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a gray T-shirt with black long sleeves and a black hoodie, black sneakers, and a black cap that was facing sideways, and had a gray bag slanging across his body.

Kiara became quite interested in this discussion, so she followed the voice and went into a narrow street. Then she saw a 22-year-old boy shivering in front of some tall and sturdy men. Those men were wearing black clothes, chains and rings in hand, and with tattoos, their look was quite terrifying. They were holding hockey sticks and iron rods which was making it clear that they wanted to beat that thin buy to death. However, Kiara didn't think of saving him, she just wanted to see a good show. It was kind of pleasant to see humans fighting, cause they were precious to the Supreme God.

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

“Mr. Boyle, what happened just now…” “That young man is great. I’m afraid he’s half-way into the god stage.” Cayden was stunned. ‘He’s so young, yet he’s already at the god stage? How is that possible?’ As if he could read his mind, Urias shook his head and continued. “Never judge a book by its cover. “Right now, even ordinary people are able to preserve their youth through plastic surgery and various skin care products, let alone a powerful fighter like him.” Cayden felt that he was right. He nodded and asked, “So he's actually not that young, right?

replied a man with a mustache. Suddenly the two scary men appeared from behind Miho. “I see you’ve already met our snack” said the young man with chains around his neck while violently pulling Miho’s hair causing tears to run down her cheeks continuously without making a sound. “This one we got today is a fuckin cry baby” joked the young man with huge holes on his pinna as the crowd of young men laughed. “Come on guys, let the kid go?” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth moving toward the two men.

Nicko thought. The young man suddenly remembered his meeting with the mysterious man some time ago. It was a dark night and Nicko was driving alone. He saw a group of young people throwing stones at a middle-aged man with a shabby appearance. Even Nicko, who saw this, didn't have the heart, but he didn't want to rush to conclusions. The rich young man began to approach the commotion and listened clearly to what was happening. Nicko heard the young people insult the slum old man as poor, rotten. He even kicked the man. What made Nicko even more emotional was that the boys who were eating the slums were being urinated on by the teenagers.

The Tones family, who knew about this incident, began to be curious about the figure of the young master, who turned out to be in the city of Monarchy. "We have to be careful, people from the Mose family are in this town. Make no mistake in socializing, the impact is bad, like that gift shop, they flattened it. Just because, the shopkeeper insulted the young master of the Mose family." "What does the young master really look like?" asked Albert, who was also watching with Khan Tones, as well as Mike the grandfather. "Grandpa also doesn't know, no one can trace the record. Even the CCTV on the street that day disappeared. Amateur footage that was not caught by the young master's face is still