Reality Fights Novels & Stories

he said exasperated. He easily carried me in bridal style and he walked us back to the mansion. He didn't even listen to what I needed to say, his ears were completely closed for me. The party had long ended, the maids were doing the aftercare and abruptly stop upon seeing us in mid-fight. They looked at us with headed eyes as if they were looking at some romantic movie. Young love. I stared at Cian. He is mad and serious, yet he is still oozing hot. And it didn't even help in my sanity as how his sexy adam's apple moved with his every swallow.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

My mom pinned her to the ground and started beating her senseless. Upon seeing his mother getting hit, Gordon gripped his iron bar and waved it around furiously. "Stop it! Stop right now!" Of course, my mom ignored him and focused all her energy on teaching Mary a lesson. Back in her youth, my mom had trained in combat arts. Even though she was older now, her strength and skills were still intact. By the time she was done, Mary's face was swollen and red. Bright red slap marks adorned her cheeks. Mary's state of misery spurred Gordon to rush at my mom to hit her. Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward.

“Everyone knows you have a lot of friends. You’re annoying!” James didn’t refute. Instead, he counted the number of friends and acquaintances he had in the Haleth Realm. He couldn’t finish counting them. If he hadn’t wanted to put them through a test at this critical moment, he would have wished that the sacred radiance could engulf all worlds and deify all of them. In this way, they could reunite as soon as possible. “They’re fighting.” Youcef suddenly laughed. James returned to his senses and looked down. The two groups of beings were fighting each other. They were agile. With the Marciais Combat Form and their Supernatural Powers, they displayed their power with great force and seriousnes

"The greatest battles aren't fought in the ring. There, only the body takes the hits. But the real wars are the ones we fight for love, for survival, for truth — in places where there's no protective gear, and every touch can mean life or death. And in the end, the only way to win... is to stop fighting for yourself." The silence in the house was too loud. The kind of silence that was never a good sign. A thick, suffocating stillness that made your stomach twist even before the door opened.

“Plus, why aren’t we training? Back in the days you couldn’t go a second without asking us to train.” “You have won all your fights.” “Not exactly, the biggest fight of them all, with the most dangerous, most powerful top one fighter in Umbra is yet to happen.” “I told you The Reaper is going to die,” Dale says, mixing a cup of instant coffee. “You don’t know that, you can’t just predict a fight that is yet to happen, this isn’t FIFA. I might actually end up the one dead.” “That won’t happen.” “But you…” “Dora, please,” Dale interrupts. “I will make The Reaper die, so let me enjoy a coffee that might actually be my last.”

Ellie thinks to herself and attacks again. Low growls, the sound of punches, and painful grunts cause the room to start filling up, as people watch the two in amazement. As minutes go by, the fight becomes harder, but strangely, their strength match. Zane and Ellie are breathing hard, sweating profusely, and they have bleeding marks here and there, but neither of them is willing to back down. Both wants to win. "You want to tell me my little girl can hold a fight than my sons" Ellie's father turns to his boys and gives them disappointing looks.

Don't fight with me. "Ha! Do you think you guys can beat me? I'm happy to off my ex-boyfriend right now just to provide some entertainment for everyone." "You women are too savage. I'm different. I'm applying to be a security guard at RN Group tomorrow. Babes, it's time we start thinking bigger."

Ara POV: The hideout had become a warzone in under two minutes. Three of Elena's players had made it through the lower entrance before Ronan managed to collapse the stairwell, and the fight that followed was loud and ugly and nothing like the clean action sequences she had seen in movies before the world ended. Real fighting was all elbows and screaming and the terror of not knowing if the thing you just stepped on was debris or a person. Ara had a knife and a half-formed plan and approximately zero confidence that either was going to be enough.

“Are you here to gloat, or…?” She snorted. “Gloat? I’m bigger than that.” I sighed. I was too tired for this. Too pissed off. **** My phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me out of my bitter thoughts. Kade. "Fight’s confirmed, Noah. Saturday night. Big crowd. Heavy hitters." A grim smile tugged at my lips. "I’ll be there." The words were short. Cold. Because that’s what the fights were—brutal, emotionless, necessary.