Two Nobodies Fighting Over Nothing Novels & Stories

Nicholas stepped forward as a makeshift referee. “Standard sparring rules,” he announced. “First to pin the other wins. No bloodshed. And no shifting.” Nora tossed her ponytail over her shoulder. “Not that she’d be able to, anyway.” The onlookers murmured amongst themselves, and Nora’s words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. But I kept my chin lifted, just trying to focus on the fight. She was just trying to throw me off because she knew she couldn’t match me with her strength alone.

What matters is that one of them is going to be ending this day badly. I watched as they huddled up in the middle, getting ready to beat each other to pulp. One was a brunette while the other was a dirty blonde and like every other guy that street fights, they were wearing short pants that were an inch above their knees with their chests bare. Levy’s focus was also zeroed on the two. The speakers blared, signaling the start of the fight. My eyes were trained at their moves and I had to admit that they were both extremely good fighters.

E‍ventua‍lly t⁠hey watche‍d something nobody‍ act⁠ually liked‍. Halfway through Noah‍ was on his phone.‍ The little o‍ne fell asleep. Liam had⁠ one arm⁠ behind her.⁠ And Ava looked around. ‌ Nobody noticed. She looked carefully. This. This was it. Not s⁠uccess. ‍Not hea⁠lin‍g. Not survival. ‌This. People.‍ N‌oise. Th‍e feeling tha‍t nobody w‌as leaving.

“Okay, but I think you’re forgetting one minor detail. Fight Club wasn’t a documentary. It’s just a story. Maybe that’s how things should be, but they’re not. And I’m not whatever you think I am. No one’s going to follow me into battle or rally around me as I save the world.” “I will.” Not really much you can say to that. Especially when the person then climbs on top of you, naked. “Would you mind not doing that, please?” said Noreen. We jumped apart and turned towards Noreen, who was standing over us, glaring disapprovingly. “We weren’t going to do anything,” said Jenny. “And we don’t make much noise, anyway.” Kind of contradictory. “It’s not the noise that upsets the children, it’s the sme

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.

Alexander narrowed his eyes but said nothing in reply. All the others saw was that the men drew so closed that they almost kissed, before they separated with extremely light footsteps. As they fought, dust began to rise, until it completely covered them and nothing could be seen. "We should have brought a fan." April grunted. The cake was right in front of her yet she couldn't eat it. She felt sad. Although nothing was to be seen, everyone waited nervously until the cloud of dust finally settled. The two Alpha's were standing some feet away from each other. No expression in their face, no visible injuries. Elsa could swear that she was sure that not even a strand of hair moved out of place.

That day, I was submitting my internship application to the Spearpoint Unit when Matthew appeared before me, covered in dust and panting. "Shee, I finally found you." Sirin, who had been reviewing my file, looked up and raised a brow. "Well, if it isn't Matthew Rosario, the top warrior of the Blue Moon Pack. I didn't expect to see you here." Two equally powerful males stood facing each other, and the pressure in the air grew so heavy it was hard to even breathe. In the end, Sirin was the first to rein in the hostile energy. He smiled lightly. "Welcome to the Northern Territory. I assume you're not here to start a war."

Jenna began, glancing at Noah with a teasing smile, “after that beating you gave him, he won’t have any strength left to fight.” Noah blinked, taken aback by Jenna’s words. “Fight?” she asked, her surprise evident. She had no idea what Jenna was talking about. But before she could press for answers, Jenna had already sped up, catching up to the guys. Noah stood there for a moment, confused and slightly out of breath. *Fight?* Why hadn’t anyone told her about a fight? And why did it seem like there was so much she still didn’t know about Nick?

Ellie thinks to herself and attacks again. Low growls, the sound of punches, and painful grunts cause the room to start filling up, as people watch the two in amazement. As minutes go by, the fight becomes harder, but strangely, their strength match. Zane and Ellie are breathing hard, sweating profusely, and they have bleeding marks here and there, but neither of them is willing to back down. Both wants to win. "You want to tell me my little girl can hold a fight than my sons" Ellie's father turns to his boys and gives them disappointing looks.

“That.” I put the phone in my cargo pocket. The coffee was getting cold and I drank the rest of it anyway. Noelle was still watching me, absolutely not letting this go. “He’s nobody,” I said. “He just doesn’t know anything. About any of it. And sometimes that’s, I don’t know.” “Easy,” Noelle said. “Yeah.” She nodded, like she understood exactly the particular relief of someone who looked at you and saw a regular Tuesday. She didn’t say anything else about it.