Might Guy Youth Novels & Stories

Mike tries to buy time as he pretends to be ready so he can gather his breath and clear his mind. Squinting his eyes he notices Leo's build. Maybe because the guy didn't enter the dim light just now he didn't see the guy this close. Slightly larger build, and bulky masculine body this what the guy who's in front of him. Compare to Mike, he's just like an eight-year-old kid who's trying to pick up a fight against an adult. A masculine body that can be seen through his shirt, and a large build body as if Mike is a 12-year-old kid in comparison. This was indeed a problem for him.

replied the young man with a smile. “A brawl? Do you honestly think that a young lad like you is worthy enough to be my opponent? If we’re going all out, then none of you will be able to win against me, the great Mahone! Get down from the stage, right this instant then, young man from M Country!” yelled Mahone coldly. “What did you say?” said the young man as he locked his gaze onto Mahone, his blue eyes as sharp as an eagle’s. They seemed to bear great meaning behind them.

When Marcus was putting the boxes together with his uncle in the small storage behind the community hall, something addressed him. "Marcus." He wheeled around and beheld Mr. Halden close to the door. Mr. Halden was an old family friend who had known Marcus since he was a little boy. Big, grey hair, ever so cool and self-possessed. Mr Halden," said Marcus politely. I was not expecting to see you today. “I just came by,” Mr. Halden said with a slight smile. “Your uncle informed me that you were around.”

MADDIE POV There is a large group of younger males back at the pool tables; they could be options too. At least I think that until I look harder and see the black Xs on their hands… shit, jailbait. Fuck no! Avoiding the pool table back corner tonight.

This was insane, was Thompson really hiring young people, I mean look at the kid, he needed to be in college or somewhere else, not serving a mafia lord and going for battles in open fields. Another guard approached me and bowed. "We should leave Miss, if the Mayor gets back before us, we could get into real trouble." I knew what he meant by trouble so I guess I'll just have to go with them. "Okay," I stood up. "Let's leave." We got to where the cars were parked and they opened the door for me. "You!" I pointed at the teenage guy and I could tell he trembled. "You're riding with me," I said.

I wanted to feel more of it. “ Fuc•king stop with this stupid couple-“ One of the popular boys started to speak but was cut off by Heather’s punch. The guy crashed into the lockers harshly, his nose was probably broken as well. The others stared at Heather with rage. Before they could do anything, Heather kicked, punched and slammed them like it was a piece of cake for him. That guy was strong. The popular boys were on the floor, groaning in pain while the crowd circled us, taking photos and videos. I hid my face.

"Forget it—let's skip the fighting. You'd just outlast me to death. I could also tell that your skin is unbreachable, and the fact that you vaporized your own hand anyway means you're the strongest person ever." Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "You flatter me!" The youth shrugged. "It's not flattery—just stating facts!" Nodding, Frank pointed at the bellgirl. "She said you came for revenge. Is there bad blood between us?" The youth initially shook his head, but he then nodded. "Yes, but it isn't exactly a grudge—it's inconsequential, if anything! You've recently slain a white-clad geezer who could trigger tremors, haven't you?"

"Hey guys! I found her!" After calling his friends over, the boy raises his hand and pushes me. He tries to push me to the side but I stand my ground. "Move," the boy yells. I shake my head. "Move," the boy repeats. Again, I shake my head. "Move," the boy repeats. He tries to push me again but I slap his hand again. "Hey," another young boy, this one with slightly longer red hair, shouts. "Don't do that! Not unless you want to mess with Team MGDA (mega)."

I shake my head and go inside the ring. It takes a moment before a young guy of my own age enters the ring. He does not look like much. A typical teenager, long and ruffled, yet with sinewy limbs. NHe's probably good at shoveling shit. I lift my parades and walk towards the boy. The young guy also takes his hands up and starts dancing in circles around me. What the hell is that ? Can’t we just get it over with ? I stop and strike out with my arms, inviting the boy to come in and give me one on the head.

"What? You think you're some kind of mafia? Well, I happen to consider myself a mafia cleaner. I'm the new law in town, kid!" He slapped the young man again, who could only endure it. The young man clenched his jaw and attempted to speak once more. "We... We have powerful people—" Logan kicked the young man, sending him flying.