Muhammad Ali Jr. Novels & Stories

Aiden's father asked his mother. "Yes, if you do." They may love each other or care for each other, but she was still a breeder and so still referred to her owner for everything. "Okay, what would you like to know Luna Kate?" "Your names would be a nice start." I joked. "I am so sorry." Alpha Reed said. "Bad Manners. This is Delta Squad Leader, Harry Tim, his breeder, Malia and their son, Aiden." "Thank you for talking to me. When did you buy Malia.

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

Delania POV I was so surprised when Alpha Baylor invited Sarafina to run with Shammus tonight. I won’t lie and say that for just a brief moment I fantasized about seeing more than his naked chiseled chest and abs. I want to know how far that tattoo on his left hip dipped into his pants and I definitely wanted to know exactly what it felt like to have him pressed against me.

I wonder what he’s got planned. Or what Sybille has to do with anything. I shrugged and turned my attention back to Alex. “Okay, so it’s just us. What’s wrong?” I asked. Alex sighed, rolling his eyes, wincing as the movement hurt his black eye. “So… look, I’m no quitter. And I know I agreed to this. But I’m not used to this shit. I’m a ranch hand, not some MMA fighter,” Alex sighed, rubbing the back of his hand. “You want to stop the training?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

’ I thought to myself, letting out a feeble smile. There was a knock on my door which interrupted my moment, causing me to drop the paper on the table again. “What?” “Alpha Kilhan, a man named Jarius is here to see you.” One of my bodyguards announced from outside the door. “Let him in.” I responded eagerly, moving from behind my desk to the sofas in my office. The door opened and Jarius walked in with a large brown envelope in his hand. “Alpha Kilhan.” He greeted me as we both shook hands.

I look like a person dodging flies and other insect and not doing shadow boxing at all. I might be the next Mujahed Abby If I practice harder. "Who's Mujahed Abby Love?" He read my mind. He is really a werewolf I am still fighting my imaginary opponent. When Gideon ask. This fudger tried a right hook but I dodge. Take that motherfudger! "The boxer." "That's Muhammad Ali Love." "Same thing." I stop. Standing up straight I look at Gideon and smiled sheepishly. "Done?" I shrugged my shoulders.

My eyes met with the familiar brown orbs of the person I was avoiding, he grinned, smirking devilishly. "Hiding from someone bitch?" He asked, grabbing on to my arms tightly. I kept mute, Jamaal derives pleasure in hurting me. Jamaal Amir Haidar was the sex god of Crown high school, captain of the football team. Mr drop dead gorgeous, ever fresh, good looking and proud. What else could I describe him with, obnoxious, proud, why shouldn't he be proud. His mum has the largest boutiques and shopping malls in the world, his father Minister Haidar, a very respected sheikh was the minister of finance.

Thaddeus bobbed down the street, jabbing the air with quick powerful shots like a professional prizefighter inside a ring, somewhere in London, battling for a medal. Shifting his weight onto the balls of his tiny feet, he swaggered his way down the alleyway like a tiny miniature rendition of Mohammed Ali. He had on a white tee shirt with a portrait of Ali in one of his best fighting stance sprawled across it. His favorite converse was worn out with ages, it looked like an antique on his feet. He always visualized himself on the screen someday with the world shouting in unison his name as he knocks out every opposition to his world heavyweight champion.

I rested my back on the backrest of the seat. “Hmm. I get. Well, I'm not offended.” “You do not have the right to be. I paid you after you were bounced out of my mansion. It’s always the money, remember? Let’s get down to business, Brooks.” “Not my father’s name. Do I still need to keep saying this to you, Alpha Leonardo?” “Your name doesn't sound pleasing to my ears. I prefer your Father’s.” “Oh, there he goes again…” His lips curved up in a smile. “Tell me, my dear friend, what about your disease? How are you dealing with it after you stopped your medication?”

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”