Street Fighter Sharon Novels & Stories

She was already sure that the man in front of her was the Young Master. However, for the sake of insurance, it was better to do an appraisal. At that thought, Sharon reached out to Cayden's head. Cayden's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and suddenly attacked. Sharon's eyes darkened as she quickly defended. The two of them started fighting in the corridor. Although Cayden was a tall and burly man who studied MMA and taekwondo, he had no chance of winning against Sharon. That was because Sharon started training from an early age and had learned all forms of killing methods. In just a few moves, she grabbed Cayden and pinned his hands behind his back, pressing him to the wall.

Not because I feared him, but because men like him had the power to turn inconvenience into real trouble. That only meant I had to move first. I walked back to the sofa, picked up my drink, and took a slow sip as I looked once more at the picture on the screen. Sharon had made a mistake. She thought she had escaped me, but all she had done was move herself onto a bigger stage. Now everyone would be watching, and once people were watching, it became easier to destroy a person properly. I smiled at the thought and set the glass down. If Sharon wanted war, then I would make sure she lost far more than she had ever imagined.

exclaimed Sharon as she gave me a sharp look. I raised one eyebrow, not expecting that Sharon would dare to confront me. "How dare you fight me, Sharon! You and Nikkie, neither of you will survive!"

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“Let me take a closer look at you.” Amari took careful steps towards Sharon. The two women simultaneously observed each other. Amari noticed that Sharon was built like a linebacker, and her wolf was most likely a force to be reckoned with. Sharon stood impressively over six feet tall. She might have been 6’1” if Amari had to guess. Sharon’s eyes zoomed in on Amari’s hand. “What the hell happened to your hand?” “An unfortunate…accident.” “How long has your hand been in that state?”

-Nickolas' POV- "Wait, I'm still confused, Nick. She's the most well-known female street fighter, and the second strongest street fighter in general and yet no one knows anything about her?" Jake asks, and I sigh in response, understanding his confusion and unhappy with the situation as well. "That and the fact that she's one of the only females in the face-offs. She's around our age but we can't be too sure, plus her partner is the strongest street fighter in the world." I replied, reading over the information that Jason had gathered not too long ago.

[At the Shin family's house] ******************************** Sherina immediately approached Shin who fell to the floor. Everyone in the house was shocked by Shin's sudden arrival. Shin's face was pale and tears flowed profusely. That day his life was completely destroyed more than when his parents died. After Shireen's return to Redric's life, the boy without thinking immediately drove Shin away. And there was no reason what Shin could give to fight Shireen, because Shin was not the real Shireen. Shin felt ashamed of herself for indirectly claiming to be someone else. and the worst that the other person was Shireen — a girl who had a face exactly like Shin's.

“You are family to me, you’ve been there for me in the darkness, and you will always have my heart.” Sully glanced across as the team moved onto the escalator. They’d spotted him and looked pissed. Stone waited at the top. “Not now Sharon, later we can—” Sharon continued talking, “But you can never have what’s in my head.” What did she just say? Her manic smile revealed the fanaticism. Instantly Sully knew. Sharon Nasari had played him for a fool. Everything slowed as adrenaline kicked in. He looked at Arisha playing her game and realization dawned. Hot hands. The kid wore a bulky jacket, too thick for that crowded day in the mall. She wore a fucking suicide vest. The phone lay flat as her t

Sharon's chest heaved with anger as she stared viciously at the video of Gilbert defending Kisa. She smashed her phone at the wineglass on the dining table, overturned the table, kicked over the stereo, and hissed in a frenzy, "Why? I want that b*tch dead. I want her dead. Gilbert is mine. GK can only be mine." The maids nearby whispered to each other. "I remember Sharon saying that if she failed to bring down Kisa, she would live stream herself eating poop."

She was stark naked, with nothing but a thin pant covering her private part. "Come on in, baby!" Sharon said to Darren, using her finger to gesture to him to move closer to her. Darren blinked at her and widened his eyes. He couldn't see properly, but all he could see was Lucy and just Lucy. He thought Sharon was Lucy. Sharon already knew what she did - what she added in his juice, so she was pretty confident of what was happening. She thought he was wasting time, so she pushed her chest forward and shook her boobs in front of him. Darren's lips slowly curved into a smile, as his eyes took in that sight.