Street Fighter 6 Alex Novels & Stories

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

it was written in bold letters. NAME : ALEX AMOUNT : $130000 Hmm now this bro is gonna get hit right now he better get his ass ready!.

Instantly, he counterattacked with the lightning ball in his right hand. "Take this! Chidora!" Alex's attack successfully pierced the plunging figure. But before he could celebrate, the figure turned into a block of wood, and behind the wood was the real ninja. Alex dispaired as the katana inches closer to him head. Just a twist of her wrist would slice his head off cleanly like she did with the lamias. However, his body could not react to her speed and surprise attack. "Fuck me! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! Please miss!"

Chapter Fifty Six Immediately Alexis also made a stunt too, she hit one of them with her leg while in the air, she used her Preying Mantis style to hold another hand, next they knew is the guy hand breaking and another howl higher than the Boss filled the air, the other man stood up and he attacked Alexis from behind, but Alexis got eyes at the back of her head.

He came! The man groaned and finally wiped the blood that was coming out of his nostrils. They had been fighting for a few minutes but surprisingly, Alex was very strong. A very good counterpart as well and he was only eighteen. The training he must have gotten must have given him a far edge in winning. He looked at Alex and smirked. "I can't believe that you are this powerful. I mean, you are the unknown Alexander..." "Shut the f*ck up!" Alex interrupted. The man laughed and struggled to stand up while rubbing his back against the wall.

He said, but I didn't say anything, nor did I move. "Pl... pl.. please help me. I don't know wha.. what.. I haven't done this before, your highness." I stammered, pleading for mercy as my confidence suddenly disappeared again. This was Alpha Alexandros, who doesn't care about what you want. He just does as he pleases. I just couldn't allow this man to do anything to me.

I manage to knock Alex's knife out of his hand, and I drop mine, and the fight changes to hand-to-hand combat. Alex's fist whistles past my ear as I duck the blow. He overextends, and I sweep his legs out from under him. With a thud, he hits the dirt. "Getting slow, brother," I say, offering him a hand up. He scowls, but there's no anger behind it. "Just test your reflexes." I roll my eyes. Typical Alex, always needing to prove he's the better fighter. He is the closest thing I have to a brother, even though we are not blood relatives.

Alex's forehead was a drop of sweat, sharp eyes staring at the gangster, a string taut in his mind, "I say again, let her go, I'll go with you." Looking at Alex's thin and weak body, the gangster didn't pay attention to him at all, "Cut the crap, you two have to go with me! Come on, go ahead of me." Taking advantage of the gangster's muzzle that deviated from Lily's head, Alex suddenly rushed over like a beast. He has learned fighting and Taekwondo, and his skill is not bad. He soon got into a scuffle with the gangster. "Bang bang -"

“I’m counting that as a third kill.” “Haha,” Alex muttered. He knew he was up against a far superior fighter, but he was not going to accept humiliation that easily. Feeling he could get the hang of this, Alex jumped to his feet and attempted to charge his opponent. Of course, he knew he should have seen a surprise coming, and it did. Matheus blocked his swing without releasing a single breath. He allowed Alex to make another attempt to strike him, and when he parried it away, he poised himself and swung his foot up hard into Alex’s groin.

When we managed to find our way to the front of the ring, I could see why they were excited. Alex was shirtless, his dark jeans hanging so low on his waist that the v-line led down, giving people ideas of what was in those trousers. His muscles were toned from years of war, and he had few scars, probably from fighting as a wolf. He was fighting two men expertly. Ducking to avoid being punched by the green-eyed man while hitting the larger one squarely in the jaw somehow simultaneously.