Mile 8 Rap Battle Novels & Stories

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

he suggests as he brings the joint back to his lips to take a drag. I arch a brow and turn my gaze on him, waiting for him to go on as the cherry glows bright with his inhale. He takes his sweet ass time, puffing on the joint and exhaling the smoke slowly. “First one to nail her, wins,” Miles finally finishes. I roll my eyes again. “Fuck off.” He barks a laugh, elbowing me in the ribs. “What, I’m serious! If you think your game is so much better than mine, then let’s put it to the test.”

And currently, the girls were wining. They had been initially losing and getting their asses whopped with laughter from Miles and a few chuckles from Mason, but somehow, they ended up wining at the last round and Miles wasn’t having it. Seeing how he had been initially mocking them he sure as hell was going to get it from Miley and my boy couldn’t handle it, resulting to cheating and now he wanted Mason to back him up. “Maybe I should break it up and-

CONNOR ‘We can take them!’ Miles snarled at his attackers, challenging them. They closed in on him, their eerie low growls chilling to hear. Circling, circling, until… Determined, he shook the puma off his back, locking his canines into its throat before it even touched the ground. We didn’t care that they outnumbered us. Spurred on by the urgency to protect what was ours, Miles fought like a demon. Fury and adrenaline coursed through our veins, blocking out everything else. Miles fought them off, a machine of death. Ripping, tearing through the relentless attackers. Death and blood hung heavy in the air, screams and howls the soundtrack to the night.

Miles wrapped his arm around his shoulder and said. "Millie, are you——- you are—- i love you, miss you—- I'm so sorry for—" "Christopher! What is wrong with you?" Miles snapped. He looked at his best friend glaring at him while his hands resting on both his hips. "You look happy and —-" "That's cz i am. You know Jammy brother made a bet that he'll win against me in a race but he lost." Miles showed a tongue to James and James also tried to catch him.

Zira called out to me. I knew that this could be a trap, but I am past the stage of caring at this point. I need to put him in his place. It was a long and hard fight between the both of us, and at some point, I thought that I was going to lose, but then I managed to knock Miles out. He tried to get him, but I pinned him to the ground, breaking one of his legs and then ending the fight with me as the winner. Miles glared hatefully at me, probably because he knew that he had lost. I am now the winner, and there is just nothing that he can do about that.

When the whistle sounds, it barely registers in my mind- my body springs forward almost involuntary, tearing across the field in Miles’ direction. My speed has always been my greatest advantage, and I use it to increase the force of my impact when I collide with Miles, landing an impressive right hook before ducking to roll him over me. I expect him to go down like a sack of potatoes, but he catches himself, pushing off and wheeling around. He tries to land a few blows on me, but I dodge and weave, quick on my feet as I move around him, trying to tire him out so I can get a few more jabs in. It fucking works, and I feel like I’m emerging as the clear victor of our matchup by the time Jax whi

retorted Cassie. "What? She's badass than normal!" "I still wonder how you're my brother," Carmen snapped, rolling her eyeballs. The contest was spicing up with the Viper and the Queen B head to head at six cups. They kept the battle going, chugging back to back. The seventh cup...the eighth...ninth...eleventh...twelfth...fourteenth... "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!..." was the rhythmic cheering from the crowd that Lucas and Jasmine had joined.

“Don’t worry, my love. It’s just like before. I paid five times the normal price for this batch to make sure the pain is as mild as possible. You won’t hurt much.” Pain, however, no matter how mild, would still leave scars when experienced eight times, right? I stared at the potion in the glass. I then suppressed the urge to ask him why and drank it all in one go. After taking the potion, we still had to visit the Pack Council to update documents. I had been there with Henry so many times that the wolves on the council recognized me on sight. They couldn’t help but find our situation ridiculous, even joking, “Nicole, when’s round nine? You two planning to renew your mate bond again next week

"Just talk to me, Rhea. Tell me why—" "Let the lady go, Mondragon!" A deep, threatening growl roars through the night air, cutting Miles off. We both turn to see Yuri standing a few feet away. His own mask is gone and his body is coiled in a protective, territorial stance. His aura is very dangerous. Miles releases my wrist immediately as he turns to face his rival, his own face contorting with a pure, possessive rage. "Donovitch," he spits the name like it is poison. "I should have known you would be involved in this, you lying bastard."