Robin Bullock Rumble Novels & Stories

"Don't even joke about it Marilyn, he's gonna eat that person alive. He doesn't even let anyone touch them, not even his friends or coach. He literally take care of them as if it's his baby" "Wait, did I say that out loud?" "Yes you did , now common let's buy some smoothies" Before my answer Rayle held my hand and dragged me with him. On our way back we were goofing around and at that time, I accidentally dropped my smoothie on someone and for my luck that person was Xavier and worse… the whole smoothie spilled on his boxing gloves …… oh god I'm so dead. "I'm sorry Xa-" "Run!!" _____________

Well, no wonder they were always a big bully to him from the beginning of their birth breath on this earth. " Nope! It was him who was about to do that and while trying to stop him I tried to push him away and eventually we both pushed open the door while fighting right before your door, as it was not locked nor shut properly. " Theodore explained to which Hudson and him, both received punches on their stomach from pissed Maverick. " Cool down bro! Now we are even. So, stop sulking " Hudson said rubbing his abdomen where Maverick punched him.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

My anger rises and temps me to give him a black eye for looking at my woman, but Arthur touches my hand, pulling me away. “Whatever!”I grab my bag and walk away; I’m passing a group of guys I’m friends with. I nod and continue on my way. When I hear her name again, I stop. “Did you see Nygeria?” Nixon asks. “Man did I? All that ass, I think imma holler,” Tyler replies. I already tried.” Nix,n says. I spin around “What the f**k did you say?" I approach them, scowling, but Arthur grabs me as they look on, confused.

Four months later … “He’s up next!” Aunt Shelly screamed in my ear. I didn’t need her to tell me because I’d been waiting for it. I’d counted down each fight waiting to see Rage. The New Orleans arena was huge compared to the one at home. We’d been waiting for this match since Rage started fighting at the gym.

“Like a sword I meant to say. Not a weapon.” “But a sword is a weapon.” She argues. “That's figurative, Ella. You're smarter than that.” I fire at her. I know she understands what I'm saying, she just wanted to pull my legs. “You know what? You get the point. Let's begin practice.” I tell her, cutting out every other thing I had to say. I show her the real robes now. No shortcuts, no ego, just mechanics. She’s hesitant at first, she finds them difficult.

“She smiles more now.” Tommy grinned slowly. “Maybe somebody should stop bullying her then.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t bully her.” All three of them stared at me silently. Then Tyler burst out laughing. “BRO.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face. But even while they laughed— One thought stayed stuck in my head. Hannah Foster was changing. Slowly. Quietly. And somehow… I had a feeling our story was only beginning.

Tana laughed heartily; the melodious chime of her laughter ringing around the living room as Rum cleaned his shirt. “I think you’ve just insulted the best slinger and dasher in the Howling Five, Miss Rose.” I stared at Rum. “You’re the best? What’s your best record?” “Thirty nine,” Blake said on his behalf and took a sip of his wine. My eyes couldn't get larger. "Thirty nine points? That's just one point from the full right?" I jolted my shocked look at Rum. "That means you never miss a ball and you'll always get it in the—six thousand? Six thousand what?"

They are also useless, so why are they maintained? Jordan grinned and dragged Romeo's body, which had almost lost consciousness, in the middle of them all. He also saw his mother and father staring at Romeo hysterically. They're too much. In his hands now was only a useless Beta. Why did they seem to lose something so precious? "Let Go Of Romeo, Jordan!" The voice jerked Jordan. The man who had just come out of the building in a black robe did not forget that blood was on the man's clothes. This was his father's enemy. Raven.

Alpha Roman closes the distance between us quickly. I watch for his movements to signal his first attack. Sure enough, his right arm tenses and draws back. I duck to the side only to watch as his fist flies through the area where my head was. Alpha Roman lurches forward as his momentum carries him further than he thought. Taking advantage of this lack of balance, I place a hand against his back and push him away from me.