Trunks Fights Cell の小説・ストーリー

We turned to him and a gasp fell out of our mouths when Luca brought his phone to our faces. On his screen was a video of Enzo punching the living daylight out of a guy, with Bentley trying to pull him off of the guy who's face was looking bloodied. Carter too was involved in a fight and he was yelling furiously at some guy who was trying to yell back. "Fuck off, he told you to stay off didn't he Miller." I heared Carter growl at a brown haired boy before colliding his fist with his nose. "Fuck you." The guy spat back, throwing back a punch before Carter pounced on him, beating shit out of him.

I tasted blood. “Stop it!” someone shouted from the next cell, but no one moved to help. Prison fights were entertainment here. Kara grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall, her face twisted in fury. “You think you can take me? You think your pretty little palace face means anything here?” I choked, trying to pry her hands off. Spots danced in my vision. Then instinct took over, I bit her arm, hard. She screamed and released me. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved her backward and swung, hitting her across the face with every ounce of strength I had left. She fell against the wall, cursing, but before she could retaliate, the door to our cell burst open.

“Let's get out of here.” Tray retreated and took out his phone. with unsteady hands "Let's show this guy what's happening," he exclaimed while signaling to the others to come over. A few minutes after this, the other men stormed into the house, fighting to get to the front of the crowd. l followed them back to the room, my pulse steady, head clear, but my insides felt twisted upin a way couldn't name. No sooner had they kicked in the door than the guy barely had time to register what was

“I don’t know much but what I heard from one prisoner who was here before me was that it is some sort of fighting arena? I am not sure but I know it involves fighting.” I knew it involved fighting, alpha Tristan said as much but he did not go into details as to what type of fighting, was it single combat? Group fights? What? I needed to know exactly what I was walking into. I could hear the faint approaching of footstep as it got closer and closer to our cell then a deep voice said from the outside, “It is time

“Beta Trent Easton, you’re under arrest for perjury, defamation and the murder of Beta Henry Rogers. You are entitled to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, the pack will provide one for you.” Trent sneers at Justin, clenching his fist tight and he punches Justin in the face. “You ungrateful bastard, I made you who you are today.” “No you did not,” Justin replies with coldness in his eyes, holding his bloodied lip as two warriors run up to Trent. “Take him away.” “This is not over, this is not fucking over you hear me?!” Trent yells, glaring at Liana as the warriors seize him and drag him towards the exit.

The guard's eyes were almost white. ‘Do something!’ Trisha screamed inside my head. ‘If the bastard died, his blood is in your hands. You did not do anything. You were not that hopeless like when you were eight years old. You can fight the beta to save that bastard.’ Fighting the beta to save the bastard? He was a freaking warrior! Before I could land a blow on his body, he would snap my neck in a span of seconds. ‘Are you even listening? You save that bastard!’ Trisha screamed.

Bang! Ethan swung another kick right toward Sam’s face, then coldly said, “Who are you even? You’d dare to show off in front of me?!” Sam then furiously exclaimed, “Ethan Hunt, you better not cross the line! Other people might be scared of the Hunt family, but Dragon Cell isn’t!” Boom! Ethan sent Sam flying with yet another kick, then coldly replied, “Dragon Cell isn’t scared of us, but it’s a shame that you don’t represent Dragon Cell!

ALPHA TRISTAN’S POV ~<>~ My cell phone ringtone blared loudly as the device vibrated in my pocket, creating a distraction during an important meeting. My men and the elders of the pack looked at me while I ignored their gaze, taking out the device and saw a familiar name flashing on its screen. I exhaled, thankful that it wasn’t Aurelia calling again.

Suddenly, Jared's people appeared behind me out of nowhere, engaging in the fight with brutal efficiency. The garage turned into a battlefield. The guards, moving with precise coordination, showed no mercy. One guy took down two thugs with a swift, powerful kick, while another used a baton to expertly disarm and disable his opponents. The sound of fists hitting flesh, bones breaking, and bodies hitting the ground echoed throughout the garage.

Titan growls in my head “Tristan, it’s not like that!” he yells back holding his hands up. That piece of shit thinks I won’t throttle him just because he won’t fight back think again. I got at him again, and throw him to the ground before I start throwing punches at him.