Two Nobodies Fighting Over Nothing Novels & Stories

Nimbus said, sounding flustered and exasperated. “Nimbus, you don't have to worry about what we do. You only need to take care of yourself! Come on! Let's fight for a few rounds!” Moe did not wait for Nimbus to speak before rushing to fight him. Just now, Nimbus had the upper hand, but now, the two were evenly matched. They were like two black holes constantly colliding in the void. The energy from the battle spread out like tidal waves, making humans on some living planets at an infinite distance away feel as if a natural disaster was approaching.

The werewolf who had nothing, yet still swore he'd give me the world. Now, all I saw was a hollow werewolf with a puffed-up title and nothing real to show for it. But that was just as well. That chapter had ended long ago. There was no need to open it again. After all, I was about to have my second pup.

With a subtle smile playing on his lips, Jeremy reached for a pen and notepad, his mind already churning with plans and countermeasures. In the coming days, SiTech would navigate the treacherous waters of corporate rivalry, where trust was scarce, alliances were fragile, and the dark corners held both danger and opportunity. Jeremy Nobody, a name that carried an air of mystery, would orchestrate a symphony of calculated moves, seeking to solidify SiTech's position while outmaneuvering those who underestimated him. The dark man's world was one of intricate strategies, where the line between friend and foe blurred, and the stakes were high. And as the city's lights twinkled beyond the window,

“You’re not fighting me today.” The crowd went still, confusion spreading like wildfire. A few voices shouted indignantly. “What’s he talking about?” “Fight like a man, Rowon!” “Boooo!” My brows furrowed. “What kind of game are you playing?” I asked, my voice calm but laced with steel. Rowon’s smirk deepened as he spread his arms theatrically. “Oh, I’m not playing. You’re just not fighting me but... these.” His voice dipped, and his lips moved in whispered incantations. The air grew thick, heavy with unnatural energy, and then the ground beneath us trembled.

Nicholas figured that someone must have been watching them for her to act like she was being bullied. “Pft.” Nicholas shook his head and stepped away from her as if she was some kind of virus, those who have seen his actions immediately thought that the opposing party was the one who must have been wrong, but they decided not to dwell on them too much, after all the best amongst the male and a female warrior are clashing as if their lives depended on it. So far, the two of them haven't shifted to their wolf forms yet and instead remained fighting with their bare fists.

I shyly answered. “Whacha doin down here?” He asked me as the feeling increased. It was in the gym doors, where Nathan and Junto went. What was I doing? “Sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I just…” I what? What was I doing, following a strange feeling I had? That was stupid. “Yeah?” Spencer pushed. “Hey, can you tell me whose is in there?” I surprised myself, pointing to the matted room. Spencer pushed play on his show again and the sound of gunshots echoed in the room. “Nathan and Junto are wrestling. They're the best fighters in the group, and all they seem to do is beat the crap out of each other.”

Davis replied as he winked They both stayed silent for a while and did not say anything to each other while they stood and stared at each other, I could already sense the tension in the room. Damn champ they are both like having a staring competition for you. Oh keep shut sub con, I mean you must be really hot now, for two hot dudes to want to fight because of you. Fight?! Who said anything about fighting? They are just having a steamy argument. Lol are you draft champ? Do you not know when a fight is about to break out? They are just having a regular safe exchange of words. Wait what? Are you being serious right now sub con? In 5 seconds, a punch will explode, 5 4

Each and every single man are in pairs and are currently trying to take the other man down. Zannicus, Seth, Ronan, Nic, Gabe, Isaac and myself are walking around, monitoring our men's progress when a voice caused us to stop. ______ ZANNICUS: I don't even know what kind of expression I'm wearing on my face right now. I stood with my arms crossed, watching as the men fought. Though, I think I'm being too generous. They looked like children trying catch a butterfly or swatting a mosquito. Maybe I could consider it like ballet. Only, they are performing with lesser grace and too much ferocity. Yes. It is more fitting.

These two mommies… their tastes were terrifying. Their phones were packed with shirtless men—tons of them. But for all their fantasies, neither of them had the guts to act on it. “Come on, number three! We bet on you!” Cindy shouted like she had a loudspeaker in her throat. Terry watched the brutal fight and felt utterly unimpressed. To him, it just looked like two angry bulls headbutting each other. He tugged on Cindy’s sleeve. “Cindy Mommy, it’s too noisy. I’m going to wait outside.”

The fierce sound of their battle was constant—the sound of fists striking flesh—a harsh symphony that reverberated through the arena. Lawrence's indifference to the outcome was evident. He had no vested interest in either fighter, his stance clear: he sought the best man for the task at hand. With no clear favorite, he deferred judgment to the whims of fate, trusting the moon goddess to ensure that the most deserving warrior would emerge victorious. The fight dragged on, and the tension in the air grew palpable. Camilla’s eyes remained fixed on Lawrence, her hopes pinned on a moment of recognition that seemed increasingly distant as the battle continued.