Your Fight Is Over The 100 Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, their attention have been caught by the announcer’s voice as he said aloud his another announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, today is the first day of the game. We will call this fight, “The Fittest Fist”. Out of twenty-two players, only twelve should remain. Every player will fight with bare hands. No weapons. I repeat, no weapons. Anyone caught cheating will be beheaded automatically!”

Silence followed once again now while the tension between us hung thick, heavy with words neither of us wanted to say yet. Finally, he muttered, “You win.” I was shocked by his words… but then I decided not to show it. I raised a brow. “Again?” That earned me a glare sharp enough to cut and then he straightened his pose. “You’ve gained extra claw points. We’ll see tomorrow for a rematch,” “I’m not here to take your Claw Points,” I said softly. “Keep them. All fifty. This fight wasn’t about numbers for me.” “Then what was it about?”

Adam saw Nick’s genuine terror and his hard blue eyes softened. “Nick, this is not going to be anything like Shelley, I promise you. We’re going in there to get Mia, we’re not waiting for anyone. OK? That isn’t even up for debate. But before we go charging in, we need to know how many there are.” “God, Adam." Nick shook his head, gestured at their muscular physiques, toned and tight from years of professional fighting. “We can each take five easily.” “And if they have guns?”

a voice called from the upper tier, male and carrying the casual certainty of money already placed. "Ten thousand on Austin," someone closer to the floor responded. "This isn't a fight. It's an exhibition." Sierra rolled her shoulders and watched Austin's left one. It sat fractionally higher than his right. Through the bond, Ryder's hands tightened on the cage bars. She did not look at him.

Bright spotlights burned down on the cage as I stood in the center, breathing hard, wearing nothing but a tiny torn black sports bra and shorts that were already soaked through with my own arousal and the remnants of previous fights. My body was a living testament to the past week: bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts and neck, handprints on my ass, and thick trails of dried cum still visible on my skin. My pussy and ass throbbed constantly, swollen and sensitive from being used so relentlessly. This was the final fight. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, sending the crowd into absolute madness: “Tonight’s grand finale! Lila Bennett versus the undefeated underground

Not ever. The fight had begun.

she said, voice low and sharp, “I hope you’re ready to fall, little omega.” I clenched my fists, forcing my fear down. I won’t fall. I can’t. Kaelen stepped between us. “There will be five stages to this fight,” he said, pacing slowly. “Stage one: agility. Stage two: strength. Stage three: endurance. Stage four: strategy. Stage five: spirit. You will face each other in each stage, and only when a victor is declared will the fight end.” I nodded, even though my hands still shook.

Alex countered, equally amused. Edward laughed too. "That attack was too shallow to land a vital hit. Now, take my one thousand fangs attack, for 500 million dollars!" The crowd, initially shocked by the unique and somewhat theatrical nature of the fight, began to understand and join in the excitement. They started cheering enthusiastically. "Alpha Edward, hold your ground! You must stay strong! Don't lose!" The intensity of the battle escalated as Alex, with a determined sigh, announced, "I must transform into a werewolf to counter this. I evade all and launch one thousand of fangs and claws attack, the total worth 200 million dollars."

“ Yes, I know he is a bit bigger and never lost . You have never lost it would be my two champions , clash of my titans `` he rushes to get it out with a hint of hope and a nervous chuckle . “ A bit bigger , he has 200 kg on me at least Cyrus' ' i say as i rub my temple as i seem to be getting a headache , Cyrus has that effect on me . “ I know but come on Lenny you ain't scared of shit , look at it like a challenge . Plus the purse is twenty grand for the win and five to take part “ He says almost as if that would win me over . "Twenty for the win and ten to take part nonnegotiable “ I hit him back with . “ Deal , now you're on at eight, be there for seven “ then he hangs up .

I say and place five hundred rands on the table, even though I don’t have the slightest clue who is who. “Andrew?” Nate asks and Future gives him 'you better support me or else you are not getting any tonight' look. “Roman Reigns,” Andrew says and places five hundred rands on the table. We get comfortable and eat popcorn as we watch the two-man fight. “That's cheating,” Nate yells, and I swat his leg to keep him quiet. They have been fighting for over an hour now, both are not giving up that easily. Have you ever experienced that moment when the referee is about to count to three then suddenly a reminder appears on the screen and before you can cancel it, it changes to another channel?