Mile 8 Rap Battle Novels & Stories

she cried, clutching her money as she ran. Tariq looked up lazily, not even flinching. “Raffaele,” he said, grinning as if we were meeting over drinks. “Here to gloat at my victory? Haven’t you had enough playtime for one night? Isn’t your thirst for blood already clenched?” Behind him, Miles chuckled. One of the dancers tried to pull away from him—he slapped her ass hard enough to make her stumble. I didn’t let him finish. I raised my gun and fired.

Miles asked. Wilder froze thinking about it. ‘who is my favorite? I don't have a favorite one anymore I love them all' "I-I dont have one" He blushed. “He does and it's me" Nikolai said approaching them. “I wasn't asking you roach!". "Do you wanna fight!?" Nikolai hissed. "Fight me then!" Miles removed his arm from Wilder’s shoulder. "Square up then!" Nikolai dropped the bags. “You square up!" Miles shouted. "Bet!"

Rhett blocked, dodged and defended against him while, with his claws partly extended, he made small cuts, scratches and nicks over his body. The simplicity of the fight was starting to get on Alpha Miles’s nerves, though he was weakening; he was also high on his anger and adrenaline, making him ignore the fatigue in his body and keep fighting. When Ransom had finally had enough, he pushed forward and made Miles shift. However, Rhett had expected this; though Kit pushed forward a little more, he didn’t shift. It was over within a few moments.

Riley grinned as she got out and accepted the well wishes and congratulations. "You little bitch!" Roadkill, who had pulled up behind her, lunged for her. Riley screamed as he grabbed her by the waist, tossed her in the air and mock body slammed against the side of her car. "I had that fucking race before you nearly went suicide over that cliff. And what the fuck was that little love tap you gave me? Thought this was a no contact race? You owe me a new light, Reaper." Riley laughed and punched him in the arm. The blond Australian was her biggest competition in these races. It was usually a toss up between them. Four others had been racing with them, but they hadn't even come close to touchin

They all looked at each other before looking at me. “Follow us, Luna,” Mila said, a devious expression made its way to her face. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. *** “Beat her, ass man!” “Come on, bitch! Show me what you got!” “Do you even got booty? Cuz if you do, you ain’t movin’ it!” “Mine is bigger than yours, Court! I’d shut that trap of yours! “ “I’m gonna winnn!” “You gonna win these nuts!”

My eyes glowed as I glanced around. “Attack!” I commanded with a growl. I wanted to return to the pups in the pack. We needed to conclude this battle. Both sides rushed forward, facing each other head on. Miles charged at Ralf. He’d been awaiting this day since his father’s death a year ago. Millie went head-on with Ralf’s beta, and they appeared to be in a stalemate. I charged forward and used my claws to swipe away a medium-sized wolf in my path. Another wolf tried to swipe his claws at my feet. I beat him to it by piercing the wolf’s belly with my claws.

He pointed at one of the men in the crowd and spoke, "You will fight him. Tony, you take her as an opponent?" Tony looked at Mila again and smirked. "I accept," Tony bowed in front of the alpha. A crease of concern appeared on Arthur's face. "Father, this is unfair, he is the best," Arthur started but Mila interjected, "I also accept him as my opponent, my lord." As Mila bowed gracefully in front of Arthur, Chloe growled. "It's settled then," the alpha announced. "Tony Haez will fight Mila Grace at noon today in the courtyard. I hope to have a wide audience."

So many thoughts flew through Zen’s mind, but there wasn’t much time. With a deep breath, Zen gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. There was no time to think or alter the lyrics. He’d read them aloud as he rehearsed. Rap battles were about wills, and if Lil’ Mushade thought this would intimidate him, he was wrong. === Zen Fransisco’s Round 2 === The sushi with a tail Talk big but you’re a fail From the start of this stage You just hid in a cage Watch your comrades get slayed

“Long morning. I think I sparred with every elite warrior, or at least most of them.” “Why?” Miles asked, looking between my espresso and me, like he was asking permission to have some. I nodded and he gratefully lifted it to his lips. The man is addicted. Every morning starts with espresso for him. “I let Rome out for the first time,” Mick said smugly. “You have to come to training tomorrow. You’re the last one to defeat.” “Bull shit,” Beau huffed. “Fight Lenny.” “Rome did,” Mick smirked. “Whooped his tail.”

Jamal said with a nod of approval. Issa scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, great job, Yulia,” Miles added. “We make a pretty good team,” I said with a smile. “Just don’t enjoy this too much,” Miles replied with a bit of worry. “You still have school and stuff.” “Now for the ugly part,” Jamal said as he looked at the defeated men. “I need them awake,” Issa said. “Boss, easy on the chokeslam next time, I think you broke this one,” Miles said, slapping Gaines in the face to make him wake up.