Trunks Fights Cell Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Don's POV It is Thursday; that means we have to fight. I still don't understand why my dad will let me mark somebody who betrayed us. I don't even think he knows about all this. I pack extra clothes to change into after the fight. It is the first time I am actually scared to fight. For the first time, I am scared of dying in a fight. I have something to live for now. Nala. I pick my phone to call her.

“If you are the Riverdale King, I am sure your method would have been better. “As I said before, a lot is coming up for us, do get prepared. “Spend some time with your family before everything comes onto us.” “Will do.” Tyr nodded and was just about to return to Khanh City when a fight broke outside of the Yorke family’s residence. Tyr and Carson exchanged glances and rushed toward the scene. Jay Blade and Dickson Watt were embroiled in a huge fight. Jay had a knife in his hand while Dickson fought barehand with the black rucksack on his back. Fighting barehanded, Dickson could defeat Jay easily without even using his nunchucks.

The scowl on my face deepened as I stare ahead blankly. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. My mind chants repeatedly. I almost jump in delight when I feel my phone vibrated, I took it out immediately from my pocket. From: Underlings Battle arena. Trinity Gang VS. A girl with a tattoo on face. Normally, we don't give a damn about who fights in the Battle Arena. Tonight, however, would be different. I tap Raynel on the shoulder, who was busy drooling over the exposed legs of my new classmates.

he chuckled then continued talking in a thick baritone that shook the walls of the dark room, “You are in a cell encased in a wall and here shall you be till Harold finds you.” He stopped in front of Trisha who had her arms arched to her back hence rendering her totally defenseless. He bent at her front then held her jaw in his large brutish palms. He could crush it as if it were nothing but a dry twig in seconds if he felt like it and that made Trisha nauseous. “Don't you dare touch her!” Wilkes screamed, trying to wriggle his way to save her but the driller smiled menacingly, still holding Trisha's mandible.

In my past life, my class cornered me on the school rooftop after our SAT. "Winnie wouldn't have jumped if you didn't rat us out!" "You ruined our chances to make it into Croma, the best college there is! We had a million staked on this!" With the class officer taking the lead, over a dozen pairs of hands pushed me at the same time. I could hear the howling in my ears as I fell, and they were all laughing in relief. When I opened my eyes again, I was alive and sitting in class on the day before our SAT. Winnie Ascott was standing up front, her phone screen projected on the whiteboard. She was presenting an app called the Ultimate Answer Sheet, with an electronic contract beside it. "

Albert even knew what he was going to do with the images later. "Motherfucker." He fell on top of Rick, and they both rolled on the floor, trying to get the cell phone on which the video was filmed. Seconds later, security guards came to separate the fight and expel everyone involved from that club. Max was swearing profusely as they walked away into the parking lot of the place, they hadn't seen the others when the guards separated them. "What fucking bastards... Were you able to get the cell phone?" He asked. "No..."

Truett smiled, looked at the livid Yunleiv, and said, “If I could beat you while at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Fifth Tribulation, I can do the same again.” After speaking, a powerful gray light erupted from Truett’s body, and his Qrohm increased significantly. Yunleiv gasped, “The Second Marciais Combat Form? I didn’t expect you to have cultivated the Marciais Combat Form in the Forladtt Land. In that case, I must ensure you die today.” After speaking, he stepped forward and charged at Truett.

I want her safe. The cell door is opened, and I realize it’s electronically controlled. I can potentially break the mechanism. However, the idea is short lived when I have to fight five fucking rogues. The silver has weakened me, but not enough. The door is closing, and I grab one of the rogues and slam him against the bars. He falls unconsciously between the cell door and frame before it closes. Perfect. I have a way out. He will be too heavy for that bitch to move. I start fighting my way through with the other four rogues. I slam two of them in the head against the table and they fall unconscious as well.

The room had already turned frosty and the air around me was giving me chills, goosebumps erupted on my skin. The scene that I was witnessing was chaotic in every sense. Xander was fighting something that was not visible to us at all. But his heavy breathing and powerful punches were evident that something sinister was present in the cell. The cracking of bones echoed in the cell as Xander's relentless *ssault began to break through the invisible enemy’s resistance.

He tried to fight the guy off, but he was tougher than him and was able to drag him out of the cell with one hand. "Let me go, you shithead! Let me go!" He shrieked as the guy disappeared with him down the hallway. When the guy who came to get me grabbed my arm, I leaned down on his hand and dug my teeth into his skin. "Fuck, bitch!" He screamed as he pushed me to the floor as he tried to examine his arm. He was bleeding, and while he was distracted, I got up and kicked him on the balls before I ran out of the cell and got out of the opened door.