Trunks Fights Cell Novels & Stories

Of course, they are searching for me. I was just about to tap the send button when someone began to aggressively beat at the bathroom door. "Open Open little girl!" The creepy intruder said in a singsong tone. Oh god. Now I knew no one could save me, but I still wanted to send Jenny one last goodbye. She was more like a sister to me than a friend. We were inseparable. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it with the back of my hand before pressing send. Seconds later, the bathroom door was knocked open. My cell phone dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces. I didn't even get to dwell on my phone because I had a bigger problem to face.

Round One – The Jungle Battlefield When the lights returned, the fighters were no longer in an arena. A dense jungle surrounded them. Towering trees, thick vines, and the distant screeches of unseen creatures filled the air. The ground was uneven, roots twisting beneath their feet, and the humidity clung to their skin. Moses and Joy barely had time to adjust before the buzzer rang, signaling their first opponents—House Titan. Tristan Hope cracked his knuckles, his muscles rippling beneath his uniform. “Let’s see if House Six is more than just talk.”

Great strength surges through my veins and I grab another one and another one until the floor is a blood mess of ruined flesh. "You think you are so tough, right?" Kelly stops filming and angrily gets up. I think she realized her plan won't happen the way she thought. "I am going to kill you" Kelly screams and instantly starts chanting. Her hands are raised towards me, and her cold eyes are deep pits of black. My strength starts to waver but I fight it. The headache becomes unbearable, but I try as hard as I can to remain on my feet. I don't have a backup and if I don't fight her, she will leave me dead here.

"Miss Nathalia Trace, you may go." The door to the white cell that I was in opened and in came a man with a white bob cut hair. After the fight broke out, everyone was brought to a cell to supposedly calm us down. The cell has 4 walls - one was made out of thick acrylic while the 3 remaining ones were made of white metal along with the floor and ceiling. I winced and clutched my bandaged head. We were all treated and questioned during our stay in the cubes. I guess they were still looking for the traitor within the ranks.

I jumped as my phone buzzed in my pocket, waking me from my thoughts. "Alpha we're having trouble on the border. The rouges are attacking. The pack needs orders" My hand tightened around the phone. "Prepare for battle, I'm on my way." I didn't wait for a reply before hanging up. ********************** "This movie makes no sense, how in the world did this gain a fanbase?" Jocelyn laughed, "Not everyone over analyses every moment of each movie they watch." I was about to reply but my phone rang. I listened to the news wordlessly then checked my watch.

Then he says, "Stop." The old Alpha freezes in his tracks. His eyes are wide, almost popping out of his skull. "What... what are you-" "Shut your mouth," Tristan interjects, his voice full of spite and venom. "Now come back here and face me again." With that, the old Alpha starts to walk back to Tristan's cell. I can tell that he's fighting off the pull but he's no match for it. He walks like a marionette and lands back in front of Tristan, who reaches through the gaps of his cell and takes the old Alpha by the throat.

They had all gathered to discuss yesterdays events. Sorin tiredly plopped himself into grass , his shoulders aching from the fight he had fought yesterday. Since he always wore a mask during the fight , his face didn't get hurt or had any bruises but his body suffered because of that. Often aching and filled with bruises he got from the fists of the fighters aimed right at his bare body. "Did you talk to her?" Elijiah asked. "Yes, I talked to her and I warned her not to open her mouth" Sorin answered.

Trunks, surprisingly, was a master at bumper cars and the claw machines. “How are you so good at this?” Angelique asked, impressed. “Have you been to a fair before?” “Hmmm… yes. With Suhee,” he said casually. “Ah… okay.” Angelique frowned slightly, the joy on her face dimming for a second. Sensing the awkwardness, Trunks tried to save the moment. “Do you know why skeletons don’t fight each other? They don’t have the guts. Haha.” Angelique gave him a seriously? look.

I just barreled through without a second thought, throwing my whole priority out the window with one thing in my head; Adam. Three guys were holding him down and although I saw that he was struggling and fighting against their hold, throwing his head back and successfully head-butting one of them, he wouldn’t be able to win this fight. It didn’t matter that he was a street fighter, if I didn’t do anything, he would have been done for.

I quickly stepped in front of Sid and snapped, "We’ve already divorced. I’m free now. Not anyone’s property!" "Divorced my ass! I never agreed to it!" Tristan shoved me aside roughly, trying to get to Sid, "Get out of my way Evelyn! I’m going to kick this son of a bitch’s ass—" "Don’t you dare touch her!" Sid grabbed Tristan’s wrist and twisted it hard. Tristan let out a sharp cry, the sound of his shoulder joint cracking loudly. "Are you fucking kidding me now?!" Tristan was now completely furious, raising his fist to strike Sid. Sid didn’t hesitate. He fought back, and soon they were locked in a fight. The soldiers from both packs rushed in, but without orders from their Alphas, they hesit