Muhammad Ali Jr. Novels & Stories

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

"Prepare yourself to be amazed." They walked in. Amazing wasn't grand enough a word to describe the place. It had everything 5th Street had only a hundred times better. Giant black-and-white stills of some of boxing's greats adorned the wall—Joe Frazier, Sugar Ray, Mohammad Ali, Tyson, and, very notably, two of East LA's finest, Cesar Chavez and the Golden Boy himself, De La Hoya. It was a gym fit for a king, no doubt. Felix's picture would soon fit right up there. Gio was suddenly overwhelmed with pride. "And this is just a gym. Isn't this crazy?"

She turned around to look at the person who just stepped on her foot. "Stop where you are Rainn!" she gritted out while rolling her eyes at the guy who just stepped on her foot. The guy halted and turned around to look at her. His lips curled up into an evil smile. He moved closer to her and stood in front of her towering over her. She was tall no doubt but he was way taller. "Miss perfect is calling out my name? Then today must be my lucky day." He smiled at her. Only she knew who he truly was. He was the captain of the basketball team and One of the hottest guys and also the biggest bully in the school.

I take a deep breath in roder to not let my anger take over. “Sit.” When he continues to frown, I roll my eyes in frustration. “Sit down so I can treat you,” I elaborate as I vacate my seat. “Treat?” He parrots but thankfully complies and sits. “Yes. I am a white wolf who has healing powers. You know this already. That’s why there’s a big lump sum stuck on our metaphorical foreheads.” I snort, trying to make light of the statement. But Isaac apparently doesn’t find it funny. He pulls me down onto his lap and clamps his arm around my waist.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

He had never smiled at me before. “Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Valerian of Alvannia.” Father entered the palace after the trumpets had been played. I and Valerian entered behind him. Up till this moment, I never knew he named Valerian after himself. The stares I received outside were nothing compared to the stares I received from the crowd of people in the large room as I walked down the carpeted aisle. I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

A bottle of water hits the floor in front of me, rolling right into my face. I reach for it eagerly with my bound hands, struggling to sit up again. “I was just playing with her a little,” Kara snickers. “Yeah? Well Alpha won’t be happy if you break his new toy before he has a chance to play with her himself,” the guy replies. My eyes drift up to him- he looks like he’s in his early twenties, casually attired in jeans and a thermal and sporting shaggy brown hair and a scruffy beard. For a moment I think his eyes look kind, but they narrow on me, his expression cold.

“You know three different languages for Pete’s sake.” “My father had also pointed out that even the smartest fighters have crashed and burned; Muhammad Ali, Evander Holyfield, Sugar Ray Robinson had to come out of retirement at fifty-five to settle a debt, yada yada yada. But, he did have a point when he had said I needed some sort of formal education to fall back on.” “So you gave up on your dream,” Beverly stated with a hint of sadness.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.