Re Taekwondo Novels & Stories

The revenge and love raging inside him drove Aidan to his private gym. He trained in Aikido, trying to calm his mind. The Japanese martial art was something he had mastered over the years. Dressed in his Aikido uniform, he gripped a specialized bamboo stick and moved with practiced precision. Long before this, he had already earned his black belt in Taekwondo.

drawls the B and B sophomore. “I’m second dan in Taekwondo and have G two in Krav Maga,” Jade answers, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows. “Any more questions?” “Uh… what’s that mean?” I ask, ducking behind Reese, half as a joke and half because they are actually very good at defusing Jade’s offensives. Jade frowns suspiciously at me. “Which bit?” I maybe shouldn’t have asked my question, and now I don’t know how to get out of this. “All of it?”

“I thought Chinese people are good in Academics and not in Sports? She really is weird.” I scoffed at what I heard. These dumb girls. Taekwondo originated from Korea, and not China. I could feel my blood boil because of all I heard. Can’t they just congratulate me for winning because of my skills and not base it on where I came from? Do they really have to always include my ethnicity in everything I do?

Di Hong glanced at the group of uninvited guests and said coldly, "What do you want to do today?" "What are you doing? Of course, it's to challenge the club. The shit Shangwu Hall and Tai Chi, it's an insult to martial arts. If you all kneel down and worship me as your teacher, I can teach you the most authentic ancient taekwondo!" The leading young man said arrogantly. "Young master, you're right. What bullsh*t Tai Chi? It's just a showy dance. It's more like the square dance of the old people in the Sky Mansion Kingdom!"

He shrugged it off and followed her into the dojo, a vast space divided into zones. One section buzzed with taekwondo practitioners in white, their bare feet padding on the rubber mats, their shouts punctuating the air. Another corner was a kaleidoscope of traditional martial arts garb, with some members weaving and dodging with the grace of dancers, while others wielded weapons like knives and swords, slicing through the air. At the far end, boxers hammered away at heavy bags, their punches thundering through the space. Nearby, a boxing ring hosted a fierce bout, the fighters exchanging blows with relentless intensity.

"Just shut the fuck up and fight me, T. Stop holding back because I won't." "Oh-Kay!" Taylor drawled. "Remember, you asked for it." He smirked. Taylor ran a popular training center in NYC, with several branches across the city, and was an expert trainer in all aspects of fitness including; bodybuilding, taekwondo and even martial arts. He taught me everything I knew about body fitness, made me become very confident in myself and taught me more than the bare minimum needed for self defense in all fields. The trainings over the years had helped me out in several occasions. Including that one time with Ryan's cousin; Benedicta, in R.Castle. Everything was great in that moment until I had experi

I watched her for a bit, her movements were fluid, fast and powerful and I could almost see the tension ease from her the more she moved. Before I could second guess myself, I stood up and crossed to her. "Can you teach me?" She stopped mid kick and scowled so hard I nearly turned tail and fled. A sheen of sweat clung to her skin, giving her a glow. "Teach you what?" Well at least she hadn't cursed at me yet, so I continued, "Those moves. It's some kind of martial art, isn't it?" She was silent, her head cocked to one side studying me intently. Finally, when I thought I was going to get ignored again, she answered. "It's Taekwondo. You've been ill and only now getting better. Why do you wan

*** *** The recreation center where the taekwondo tournament was being held was filled with teams and family members and friends. Arabella had Hudson’s hand held tightly in her own as Faye and Louis Avian led her toward the main area, where the sparring would take place. Ian and his boyfriend went ahead earlier to find them a spot before Gael would compete. Gael had a by during the first round. Arabella was glad she got a whole hour more in bed with both her boys before Gael had to slip away to warm up and practice. Hudson was wearing a shirt from the dojang, the name printed proudly over the back. His shorts were bright pink and stood out against the black t-shirt.

I stared at him, knowing fully well that he doesn't understand the weight of this whole thing. "No rest for winners; I never planned to lose," I said. Lodging my sword on him, which he avoided like a professional, I said, Waw, you are getting less miserable these days." The Sam I knew would have been cut slightly by the sword because I was intentional; if not, he would have ended up dead for sure. "I know right. I have been practicing taekwondo lately '. "Taewan... What? Whatever the fuck that is, I know it's something foolish and low-classed," I mocked while he smirked silently.

”I'm working okay. Right now, I'm a Korean tutor to an eighteen years old stubborn and naughty girl” He muttered and picked his keys whilst Jordan raised his hand in surrender. With this, Ryan walked out to his car, and there, what he saw wasn't what he expected..... ”What the fuck?!” He raised his brows and walked to his car looking at it like it wasn't his car anymore.