The Boxer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

he asked bewilderedly, this is the first time he doubted his underground boxing ring reputation. The boy wearing the mask leapt into the air and somersaulted, launching himself at Chunks with a flurry of kicks aimed at his face. Chunks quickly raised his arms to block the attack, but the force of the blows was so great that his arms went numb and began to shake. Gritting his teeth and with a look of fury on his face, Chunks bellowed, "I'll kill you, you little brat!" He charged forward, determined to grab the masked boy.

I threw him my boxing gloves and looked at him straight in the eye. "Help me get my sense back, you know what to do." I said and he smirked. He put on my boxing glovers and didn't hesitate to throw his big punch straight to my stomach. --- I need your help by voting and commenting my books so it can boost up my book in rankings. I already write this book until chapter 25 and will unlock a new chapter once the comments reaches 1000. The faster you comment and vote, the faster you will get the new chapter. I think it's pretty fair since I write all my books without making them paid stories, I just hope you can help me by voting and commenting.

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

Damn! "H...i.." I stammer, my eyes still on the bulge covered by nothing but the thin fabric layer of his white boxer. God, bless. I don’t know why that woman had to send me here, but please shower me with your courage. How can I possibly walk into this irresistible sin with nothing but a boxer on and in a room, huh? God, please, that woman did not just send me here on purpose, right? I did not just walk into my preditor’s den, right? "You love the sight?" He asks after I stare for decades.

*Damn right,* Dante roars, as I move around a bit in the corner of a boxing ring. While fighting for money has been a thing since pretty much the beginning of money, boxing is very new to me. Though I’ve been told there really aren’t any rules tonight. Fine by me. “Bets are closing in one minute,” someone announces as I roll my shoulders. I quickly find my opponent in the far corner, and it's obvious he’s a shifter though not a wolf, something larger. While that doesn’t intimidate me in the least, I nearly feel as if I should let him get in a hit or two.

If I make it to 10 minutes, it’s a draw. As much as I’m doing this for Harley I need to focus on the task at hand. I saw this guy fight a little earlier, he’s not bad, just a bit of a showoff. If I can make him tired and angry, he’ll unravel, so I do what all good boxers do; I wait and assess his weaknesses. The Beast is bigger than me. A little slower. A little clumsier. I dodge his shots, he dodges mine. What is that? He’s not entirely focused? Maybe he’s hesitant to hurt me for Harley’s sake? He lands a jab. Fuck, that’s not it. Focus you idiot.

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I moistened my lips and stretched my arms out in front of me. I faced 'Boxer'. My dress hugged my curves, and my heels clicked against the floor. I was ready to have fun taking down this guy who looked like a wannabe model. 'Boxer' made the first move, charging at me. The ground shook with each of his heavy steps. What did this fucker eat? I didn’t move at first, only dodging when he swung a punch at me. I escaped his hits. He tried to grab my legs, but I was faster and hit him in the side instead. A loud crack echoed as I possibly broke a rib.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.