Novel & Cerita Still Beating Jennifer Hartmann

Scarlet POV “Gotcha!” I said as I slammed Jennifer on the mat. The wind was knocked out of her but she kept her mind on it as her leg came flying out from the side, knocking into my ankles. This caused me to fall backwards onto the mat. “HA!” Jennifer said in a strained voice. “Keep your head in it!” “So who’s winning?” We heard a male’s voice from the door of the gym. Looking over, Jaxson came walking up to us with an amused smile on his face.

I turned to look at Ryan, a hint of concern in my eyes, as I detected the scent of wolfs bane lingering in the air. While it was gradually affecting me, it wasn't yet severe enough to warrant immediate concern. Ryan nodded, acknowledging my thoughts. I shifted my attention away from him and noticed the fourth man I had initially failed to see. He remained still, but I could tell he was breathing, and his eyes were wide open. As we drew closer, he slowly raised his head to meet my gaze. It was indeed Alex, and the allegations had turned out to be true. Tears trickled down his swollen eyes, clear evidence that he had endured a severe beating from Ryan.

—this time with a left uppercut. Amsterdam. Hamburg. Two cities, two opponents, two immediate defeats. The team packed the gear with mechanical precision by now. Sloane wrapped the ankle without needing to double-check. Marcus and Diego began to work together almost instinctively. Kenji understood everything from a glance. Malik knew, even during warm-ups, when Lennox had to be reined in. And Lennox? He had never moved like this before. After each match, he raised his hand like a victor without war. There was no brutality in it—just inevitability.

he replied, his voice steady. Jennifer smiled. She stepped behind him, drawing her arm back. The first stroke landed with a dull thud, the sound resonating through the hall. Marcus inhaled, his body tensing then relaxing. Jennifer paused. “One,” she counted softly, giving both him and the audience time to absorb. She waited for his nod before delivering the second stroke.

"This is—" Mom appeared in the doorway, flanked by three other women. One of them was Beatrice Hartley. Mrs. Hartley ran Meadowbrook. Not officially. Of course there was a mayor somewhere but everyone knew if you wanted something done in this town, you went to Beatrice. She was in her late sixties, sharp as a tack, and had an intimidating presence that made grown men straighten their posture. We needed her on our side. Desperately. "This is Dante Moretti," I said, voice bright. "My fiancé."

The treadmill went from a slow walk to a sprint in three seconds. Two security guards grabbed me by the arms and pinned me down against the handrails. The spots on my chest where they'd just ripped off the monitoring pads still burned. "Turn it up," Mandy Sutherland said. She stood outside the glass wall, her arms crossed as she watched us. A nurse was beside her. Her face went pale, and she said, "Ms. Sutherland, she can't do intense exercise—"

Nate shouted, desperation filling his voice. "Tell me the names of all of them," Raven ordered, pretending he didn't see Elena's hands shaking. "Jeremy Wills! David Parker! Gerald Gallego! Nate Hogan!" Nate shouted before falling to the ground, panting and crying at the pain. The last name brought a shrill gasp out of Allura before she slid to the ground. "You--you said it was the Alpha who did it!" Allura screamed as she crawled to Nate, clawing, hitting and kicking Nate, who barely had the strength to dodge.

I refused to lose my center. When I landed the final blow—an open hand strike to the back of her neck—the crowd erupted in startled applause. Julian raised a hand. “Victory. Astra Finnegan.” A few clapped louder. Jerry whistled. Valerie cheered. But many remained silent, uncertain whether to be impressed or unsettled. Ruby rolled her eyes. “Cute.” Match after match followed. I advanced, bruised but standing. I beat Cassia, then Tora—each one stronger than the last. But not smarter.

- "Anyway, you've got two months... and you can claim that that video was before you fell in love and met your fiancée. You can also claim that it was a weakness. It was simple, history would repeat itself, only now in a different way. Heitor wouldn't have to be uncalled, we'd just have to find the right way to turn the game in his favor and find a girl who was willing to play along. It had to be this way or Heitor wouldn't be able to regain his prestige, even though he had enormous talent and would certainly need to convey the image of the right boy. - Well, I've already got someone in mind and tomorrow we'll start leaking the news that Heitor's big heart has been hooked... you can count on