Thrill Of The Fight 1 Novels & Stories

"We use strategy. Plan every move and study his fighting style." Phoenix held up his phone. "I've got footage. Twelve of his previous challenges. Want to watch?" Jolie's hands were shaking. I could see her trying to hold it together. Trying to be strong. "Later," I said. "Right now she needs rest." "No." Jolie stood again. This time she stayed steady. "Right now I need to see what I'm up against. Show me." Phoenix connected his phone to the TV. The screen lit up with grainy footage. A fighting ring surrounded by wolves. And Thorne in the center, absolutely destroying his opponent.

Our sweet adorable little angel would probably kill her cousin given less than half a chance. – Sinner Priscilla tapped her phone screen and then the fight appeared on the oversized screen on the wall. “This is from last October. It was a charity fight, but see how she hits and then she spins around her opponent, quick kidney punch and then she’s back where she was and boom, boom, upper cut and leg sweep.” Priscilla walked them through several more clips, giving play by play commentary on them.

She had already picked her fighter, she'd stake her pride on. Muscular contestants stepped into the ring, shirtless under the floodlights, their gleaming torsos flexing as they prepared for battle. The fight began with brutal intensity. One by one, fighters were knocked out in a flurry of strikes and sweat. The air was charged with excitement and curses as spectators shouted in frustration and victory. Raellyn felt her heart lurch with every blow. Her chosen fighter was still hanging on, but barely. She hadn’t expected the violence to be this raw, this unrelenting. All around them, spectators cheered or cursed, depending on the fate of their bets. Raellyn leaned forward, clutching the edge o

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

She told herself she'd figure this out tomorrow with a clearer head, maybe after talking to Aunt Sofia carefully, without having to reveal all the humiliating details of tonight. Sleep came slowly, not restful but enough to pull her under. Images of the fighting ring kept flickering behind her closed eyes, the roar of the crowd, the sound of knuckles against bone, and above all of it, a pair of amber eyes staring straight at her, as if they could see through any lie she tried to hide. Those images were still spinning faintly when morning finally arrived, slipping through the gap in the curtains she hadn't managed to close all the way, turning the darkness of the room little by little into so

“One fight. One last one. Win or lose, I don’t give a fuck. All you gotta do is show up and fight. After that, you’re out. For good.” Mitch surveyed the other man across the desk. Kirk was a murderer and a pimp and a drug dealer, but – oddly enough – the man wasn’t a liar. Mitch knew for a fact that if he said something or made a deal, he could be held to his word. If he told Mitch that he’d be free after this fight, then he would be. “OK,” Mitch said reluctantly. “One last fight. When?” “Oh, man. The when isn’t as important as the who.”

"What kind of miracle does it take for a dead person to come back to life? That's ridiculous." "I don't care about what you say either. I already accepted the truth that your groom would mistakenly identify me as his late wife. That's why you should be the one threatened by me, Jessica. While I'm hanging around in your life, you wouldn’t receive the love of the man you're obsessed with-” "Shut up-"

Disappointment sweeps through me and I turn round, ready to go back into the lift when I hear a noise. Thwark! Thwark! Then it stops. I cock my head and listen. I don't have to wait long. Thwark! Thwark! I turn back around and follow the sound. It leads me into another room, which is bare, save for a boxing ring in the middle of it. Two men wearing black shorts, stand in fight-mode postures, facing each other. One lifts his hand and hits the other square in the face, and blood spurts. His movement seems slow, tired, like he's been at it for awhile. Meanwhile, the other man does nothing to stop the punch. All he does is bare his blood-soaked teeth. Something tells me he's smiling, although it

She knew far too many dickheads in general actually, if she really thought about it, and avoiding them was pretty paramount in her new life. Sadly, that wasn’t always possible nor was it easy, and she never fooled herself about why that was – she never kidded herself for even one minute. Trish was, after all, the star of no fewer than seventy x-rated movies that were widely-distributed around the internet and hundreds of p**n sites… so for all she knew, this guy with the astonishing silver eyes and bulging arms had already seen her with her clothes off. Maybe he knew her alter-ego Thalia Flame intimately – far too intimately for her comfort as she stood in the middle of a wedding wearing tai

Ellie thinks to herself and attacks again. Low growls, the sound of punches, and painful grunts cause the room to start filling up, as people watch the two in amazement. As minutes go by, the fight becomes harder, but strangely, their strength match. Zane and Ellie are breathing hard, sweating profusely, and they have bleeding marks here and there, but neither of them is willing to back down. Both wants to win. "You want to tell me my little girl can hold a fight than my sons" Ellie's father turns to his boys and gives them disappointing looks.