Two Nobodies Fighting Over Nothing Novels & Stories

After seeing what Justin could do as an A-tier, he could tell how much more terrifying an S-tier would be. But there was no chance Felix would let his prey walk away that easily. Plus, what confused him was that Donna had mentioned Malevolent Phantoms never fought each other. What was this Phantom thinking? Perhaps he did not have a Mystical Explosive Orb now. Or was he really just trying to save one of his own kind? "I wonder what will happen if I tell Donna about this." The young man laughed. "I wouldn't be here if I cared what she thinks. Who knew these nobodies had an A-tier running the show? If I hadn't tagged along to watch the drama, I'd have missed all this."

Following directly behind him were a dozen black suited men with hard, stern faces. The time had come. Opening night was over and survival was now the key. It was where the biggest gamble of my life, the one with over two hundred people’s lives at stake, was about to cast its dice. Jacob visibly paled, his mate was in the firing line, not part of the plan at all. He started to push his way through the crowd to head towards his mate. Before the men could start any trouble Troy continued yakking absent mindedly into his phone, his spare hand over his ear over the sound of the band. Jacob, hindered by the crowds of people enjoying the night couldn’t get straight to him and had to work back arou

Probably going over their own matches. The communal spaces they have us using feel small and cramped most of the time, but after the fights were announced most of the champions returned to their rooms, which is why I stayed out in the mostly empty lounge room. I wanted to take advantage of the solitude without feeling trapped in my room. I guess Nole felt the same. "Who are you fighting," I ask and Nole doesn't open his eyes. "Capt. Darsh from Makskin. He doesn't stand a chance," he says and I nod.

I can’t help but blame the disappearance of those women on me, on Mateo, and Nico, in our brotherhood, that came first before our duties. Alert now, Mateo pursued to land a series of jabs on me again. I dodge all his strikes. Growing frustrated when he couldn’t catch me, his combination slackened. It was easy to find an opening in his offense. I grabbed his right hook; he aimed to land his left with a straight punch, which I also caught easily, as if I was catching a sloth’s thwack. I threw my head back, taking momentum, slamming my forehead to Mateo’s. He groaned, recovering fast, sheathing his arms around my abdomen, raining sloppy uppercuts on my torso. A dirty play, but that’s the rule o

“The invisible nerd girl finally opened her legs. Who knew you’d be this cheap, Aria? Thought you were smart, but turns out you’re just another whore.” I winced, choking back a cry as the pain shot through my scalp. The laughter stung worse than the pulling. “Come on, did Liam really fuck you?” Lena pressed, her voice rising. “Tell us! Did you spread like the desperate loser you are? Or did you just lay there like a corpse?” Maya shoved her too. “Stop it, you guys! You’re disgusting—” “Shut up, Maya,” Sandy snapped, pushing her back. “Don’t defend trash, she's NOBODY. You’ll stink just standing next to her.”

Will hauled me off to the hospital; my head was in a fog. It was not until I saw the needle for drawing blood that I snapped back to reality. "I can't do it. I have cancer. I'm not allowed to donate blood..." I tried to bolt, but Will yanked me back without mercy. "Cancer? You're bouncing around like nothing's wrong. How can you have cancer? "Cut the chatter and donate already. If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook."

I need to crawl back over the couch to do so, but as I peak over, I’m astonished by the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. Angelo is here, with Dice, Sal, and Kian, but there are other Romina men as well. I don’t even know when they arrived or how they are all still standing. Oleg is nowhere in sight. I can’t tell if he’s hidden behind a piece of furniture or if he managed to flee the room without anyone noticing. I frown as I realize they are all engaged in a physical fight now, punches and kicks being thrown instead of bullets. Why aren’t they shooting each other?

"We have plenty of printers at the company. If you like, I can send you a set every day!" "You're slandering me! I'll take you to court!" Though Debbie still didn't back down, her body told a different story. She took several steps back, eventually disappearing from the crowd under the curious gazes of everyone around. "Looks like you won't need to tell the property management about blacklisting her now. I don't think she'll have the guts to show her face here again," Adrian said gently, standing by my side with a reassuring smile. "You're quite clever to carry around Debbie's photos," I teased with a smile, even though I agreed with Adrian's actions.

Ashton said, worry etched in his eyes. “I fight my own battles,” I said, and I looked at Gregos again. He was grinning now. “This is a dominance fight to the death. No weapons, no shifting, and no interruptions,” another man said, and I nodded. That meant, even if it looked like I was getting my ass handed to me, nobody could step in to save me, they would be executed.

How boring. Then the order came. Fight!