Novel & Cerita Still Beating Jennifer Hartmann

She walks over to Madeline, who is shivering in the dirt. "Stand down," Betty commands, her voice dropping into a lethal register. "Submit." Without a single second of hesitation, Madeline rolls onto her side and exposes her throat in total submission. Delta Shimon steps forward, his voice booming across the microphone. "The challenge is concluded! Betty wins by total submission! Can the mates come down to the field!"

My body was still sore and marked from the island, but the thought of being fought over and then publicly claimed sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. Damien pulled me out of the car and led me inside. The warehouse was packed. Hundreds of dangerous, powerful men filled the space, fighters, gamblers, criminals, and underground elites. A steel cage stood in the center, lit by harsh overhead lights. The air smelled of sweat, blood, and raw testosterone. A massive man with scars across his chest stepped into the ring as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Tonight’s main event! The Club’s newest toy, Lila Bennett, versus Sasha ‘The Beast’ Volkov!”

However, I didn't even know what the fuck I was doing. "I'll be glad if I can help you. And at least you'll be my girlfriend for a few hours, better than never", he chuckled. "Better", I smirked at him. Abraham "I heard one of our rivals Patrick has also participated in this league", Arben said. "He should get ready to lose. I have the most worthy athlete in my kitty, Arben. Amayra Mehta won't let me defeat", I told him. "That's impressive", he said.

Pain screamed down my back and the side of my face where the bandage had shifted, exposing my injured eyes to the harsh light. I couldn’t see clearly. Everything was a blur of colors and shadows, but I could hear well enough, the cruel laughter, the slow, deliberate footsteps of Beatrice circling me like a predator. “If they lose their place as candidates for the next Gehman title because of you,” Beatrice said darkly, kneeling close enough for me to smell the perfume on her skin, “I’ll make sure you won’t have a single bone left unbroken.” My heart raced. My hands curled into fists, but I didn’t fight back.

I was in the middle of talking to some investor about a potential deal when I heard a voice behind me. "Well well well. If it isn't Emily Hart." I turned around. Carl James. My biggest rival. He owned a jewelry company too but his was nowhere near as successful as mine. Next to him was his wife Kate. She was pretty in a basic way. Blonde. Skinny. Fake smile. "Carl. Kate. Lovely to see you both." I said even though it wasn't. "We heard about your deal with Bellator Industries. Congratulations." Carl said but his tone said otherwise.

I would have wanted a rematch with Beatrice but I dare not defy Jenny´s decision. "Well, someone is lucky she got paired up with her friend. Who I´m sure will never even raise a finger to hurt her." Beatrice started firing words at me. "Beatrice, enough. Get on the middle, we´ll start off with you." Jenny snapped at Beatrice and pointed at the middle of the make-shift arena. "Jenny, in fact, I would love to have another round with Beatrice. If that´s okay with you." I smiled at Jenny before handing my water bottle to Daniella.

Melissa was going to group herself with Damon. “Jane, Tim, Mr. Jackson, Anna, Beatrice and Daniel, in court 1!” Ms. Melissa shouted. “Hailee, Edward, Kenna, Mr. Hayes and Logan are the rivals, with me!” She happily shouted. Of course. She continued with the other groups and we went to court one, sizing up the competition.

The machine was turned on. Soft beeping filled the room. The doctor placed sensors on Adrian’s chest. “Starting now,” he said. Numbers appeared on the screen. Heartbeat. Pulse. Activity. Everything seemed normal at first. Then, Adrian’s expression changed slightly. The rhythm shifted. Faster. The doctor frowned. “That’s strange…” Adrian looked at the screen. “Track it,” he said. Meanwhile, in her apartment, Anna suddenly stopped moving. Her breath caught. Her chest reacted again.

Neither gaining clear advantage. Then Joric makes a mistake. He overextends on a punch. Remy capitalizes immediately. Sweeps Joric’s legs. Takes him down. Pins him. Beta Jack starts counting. “One… two… three…” Joric struggles. Tries to throw Remy off. “Four… five… six…” Remy holds firm. “Seven… eight… nine…” Joric’s eyes find Rhea in the crowd. Wild. Desperate. “TEN!” “Winner—Remy!”