The Boxer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“What are we learning today?” “I'm glad to see you're excited,” he started. “Today is going to be about self defense. If you are physically weak, you won't be able to take another wolf's strength even if you are a werewolf yourself,” he stepped into her space, Roxie held her breath at his intoxicating scent. “Show me your stance,” Roxie looked him in the eyes as she stepped back and fisted her knuckles and got into a boxing stance. Kaizen scanned her over before shaking his head in disapproval.

“Xavier hates betrayal more than anything in his life, we could have just easily banished him away from The Nexus but Xavier wants to give him a lesson he can’t forget.” Before I can say anything, Xavier lunches forward, the brass knuckles catching the light as they collide with the man’s face. The sickening crunch of bones resounds everywhere, my stomach rolls as the man’s brutal screams cuts through the air, Xavier lands another punch to his face, and another until blood starts to splatter across the boxing ring. The whole place is dead quiet as no one dares to order Xavier to stop, even for a moment, Leto feels sorry for the guy.

"I suggest you stop thinking about her already. She can break your bones if you mess with her." "Wait," he drops flat on his stomach, his horrified eyes on me. "That boxer is her father?" "Of course, he is," I throw a towel at him. "Can't you tell by the similar enthusiasm and that predatory look in their hazel eyes?" "Hell yeah," he mumbles, cleaning sweat off his forehead. His gaze is fixed at Sasha and I have to control my chuckle at his helplessness. "So, I suggest you better be careful. Besides, these one-sided crushes are tough," I pat with sympathy on his back.

The boxer came forward, slow, cocky, dragging his feet like she wasn’t even worth the effort. Elena’s breath came fast. Her heart thundered. He threw a lazy punch toward her face. She ducked. Missed. He laughed. “Cute,” he said. “But you’re in my world now, little girl.” Elena didn’t answer. She kept dodging. Kept moving. He threw another punch. She slid under it. Another. She ducked low, crawling between his legs. The men howled with laughter. Even the boxer chuckled, turning around. “You think you’re smart, huh?”

Brown was as perplexed as every other person including Boxer. Boxer instincts began telling him to give up before it was too late. But before he could give it a thorough thought, Wolfe had already hit him in the face sending him sprawling. He was shocked, then he quickly stood up to fight back but, well, it all just became a one-sided fight. Boxer was punched and kicked and carried and tossed all around the ring without any chance to retaliate. He was sent sprawling times too many to count and spat bucketfuls of blood. And just when he thought he could not take anymore, Wolfe stopped and stepped back. The smile still on his face, encouraging him to to accept defeat.

There was silence in the boxing arena. This part is just for the viewers to take a break from the tight and tense fight. Never before had the audience beaten the boxer and it was resolved so quickly, that the audience in the stands was dumbfounded. Couldn't believe what he saw that the tiger was knocked down by a small-armed bastard. "Fuck!" "I read it right, this boxer is like a paper in front of him." "This can't be someone who was deliberately arranged by the boxing stadium, he is strong."

He looked pissed, shoulders up, fists already balled. The boxer turned, still holding that finishing punch back. “Mind your own business, kid.” “Mind my own? That’s my teammate…. Well, low key rival but we're from the same school and you’re beating the shit out of him ,” Jax snapped, stepping between us fast. “Walk away or we got a problem.” The boxer laughed once, short and mean. “You want some too? Fine.” And then they went at it. Jax threw first, solid right that caught the guy on the jaw same place I’d hit earlier. The boxer fired back quickly, but Jax ducked and came up with a left that landed clean.

Courtney stands on the other side of the bag that I hit with a smile on her lips. "Do you need something?" I asked panting and without stopping my fists against the bag. Maybe I've never been a boxer, I haven't even hit anyone, but I liked to see fights, a dark and strange that I hid in the bottom of me, I was entertained by the fights, to see conflict and yes, I learned by looking. — I just want to meet you — he hands me some boxing gloves that he had on his hands. He helps me put them on. You are angry?

Not a veteran like me but an actual DVM. Chapter 1:2 Onto the Next Disaster, Xoxo Nyx

I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes close. Flashback "Hit me," William challenged, raising both of his palms in front of me. The black boxing pads covered his large hands as I fixed my gym gloves. I braced myself to a boxing position, putting both my clenched hands beside my face. When I pushed my right fist forward in an attempt to attack, William hit my fist away and smacked my face with the boxing pad. I shook my head, ignoring the slight pain and extended my other fist forcefully. But it didn't land on his face, it was just simply slapped away and my face received another strike.