Street Fighter Sharon Novels & Stories

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

“So where is Sharon? I am ready to kick her ass.” Sharon growled from behind me and she stepped out. “I am Sharon and are you sure you are ready to kick my ass?” Sharon asked. Gwen froze as she stared at Sharon and she gulped. “Do I have to fight her?” She asked, her lips and hands shivering out of fear.

I let out a cold, mocking laugh. I’d said it from the very beginning that someone stupid enough to spend all their time hurting others was doomed to fail, no matter how powerful their cheat abilities were. Suddenly, Sharon lunged for the gun lying on the ground and pulled the trigger at me without the slightest hesitation. Everything happened too fast. No one had time to react. The smile on her face had become almost insane, as if she could already see herself inheriting everything here after my death.

The former friend turned nemesis stood with claws bared ‚ her every move confident and cruel. "I didn’t think you’d survive this long‚" Mirabel said ‚ her voice laced with malice. "But it ends here." Sharon steadied herself‚ drawing on everything her training‚ her powers‚ her pain. Mirabel struck first‚ fast and brutal. Sharon moved with equal force‚ dodging ‚ parrying‚ matching her fury with raw focus.. As the duel intensified ‚ Sharon tapped into time again ‚ slowing Mirabel just long enough to land a vicious strike on her shoulder. Mirabel staggered back‚ stunned.

They wondered if Fane was a dumb guy as he turned down the persuasion of such a pretty woman. “Yes, you’re right on time. It seems like you’ve gone for a hair-do this morning, no? This hairstyle looks good!” Tanya smiled and said to Sharon, “We’re going to play billiards. How about that? Do you want to come with us?” “Billiards? That sounds good!” Sharon giggled. “Although I’m not very good at it, I play it all the time. Let’s go!” Sharon did not even exit her car and chirped, “Lead the way!”

Making Sharon stagger and almost fall to the floor. The man then vented his crushing defeat by grabbing his own hair and flinging his body back onto the sofa very roughly. “Damn it,” he hissed. Somun’s eyes looked very annoyed at Sharon who was trying to balance her posture so that she could stand up proudly again and straighten her hair. Sharon grinned sarcastically to celebrate her victory, even though her scalp was stinging. “Once you dare mess with me again, I won't let you get away with it,” her snort and mocking voice rang out clearly.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

Sharon could kill a person in a single strike, but Sarong could torture a person in just three. “Hah!” Sharon exclaimed as she rushed towards Shanxi carelessly. Her eyes were slightly clouded, yet they brightened in excitement when she reached her destination. Her mouth was wide open in a maniacal smile, and her arms which held on to Canyon’s Mouth shook in the excitement of the battle to come.

Sharon winked, slapping Myra on her ass. The latter gasped in surprise, looking around to ensure no one saw what her friend did to her in a public place. “Where is your car?” she asked, cursing the moment she agreed to be friends with the wicked woman standing beside her. While Myra was every now and then pulling her dress down or checking her dress, on the other hand, Sharon was cool as a cucumber. She stood as if she was a model and owned the road. There was not an ounce of hesitation, and she carried herself with utter confidence. If Myra was ice, Sharon was fire, both of their personalities pole apart, yet they became best friends.

"It's nice to meet you too, Kyle. Mr. Franklin is running late. You can have a seat and I'll let you know when he's available." Apparently, Mr. Franklin was known to be late for meetings, especially with salesmen but I didn't mind because I got to spend time with Sharon. She was about my age, 27, and had a natural beauty to her, you know, that girl next door look. She had a radiant smile that lit up the room, sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and small breasts. What Mother Nature didn't give her in the breast department, she sure made up for it in that gorgeous ass. Sharon has a well-cushioned, succulent derriere. To this day, she thinks she has a big ass but I think it is picture-perfect. It i