Fight Club
- Reads 53
- Votes 3
- Parts 2
Ongoing26m
Last published Tue, Oct 30, 2018
#40 in boxing
Immediately, I kick his stomach and he blocks it, leaving his face open for a punch. I throw a hook at the side of his head. Baffled, Jax looks at me and I smile like a devilish angel. "Ha, beat that Meyers," I taunt.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Jax puts his hands in front of his face. "Come at me."
I instantly charge towards him, but as I'm about to jab his face, he does a side kick to my abdomen. The wind was knocked out of me and my diaphragm was filled with the most un-pleasurable feeling in the world. I gasp for air as I fall back to the boxing ropes. Jax's kick was very powerful, and I hate to admit it, but that was a real tough blow. But I definitely wasn't gonna let him beat me. Not on my watch.
All Rights Reserved
#156
boxing
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
crazy in love
The rumble of motorcycles was the soundtrack to my childhood. The smell of oil, leather, and cigarette smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin. I was born into the life-Brighton Carter, daughter of Samcro's own Benny "Red" Carter. My dad was one of them, a lifer, a soldier in the club. He lived and breathed for the Sons of Anarchy. And he died for them too. A drive-by shooting took him when I was just thirteen. I remember the blood, the chaos, the way Jax held me as I screamed, my tiny fists pounding against his cut, demanding answers no one could give. My dad was gone. But Jax? He never left my side. Jax Teller and Opie Winston were my best friends, my safe place in a world that had already been so cruel. Jax, with his cocky smirk and messy blond hair, had always been the one to pull me out of the darkness, even when he was the cause of it. At sixteen, that darkness turned to something else-a craving I couldn't deny. We were drunk, reckless, and stupid. But damn, was it sweet. Jax had been my first everything that night, whispering promises in my ear between lazy kisses, his touch setting my body on fire. But promises meant nothing in Charming. I learned that the hard way. When I found out I was pregnant, I ran. I packed a bag, left a note, and vanished. I couldn't stay. Not when I knew what this life would do to my kid. Now, at twenty-three, I was back. I wasn't that naïve girl anymore.
The Nerd Goes By Queen Karma
Duck I drop down. The smell of sweat and alcohol fill my nostrils. I feel the air swish above my head as his fist flies over my head. Crack That's the sound his kneecap makes when I slam my sneaker-covered foot into it. His scream It makes me feel alive knowing I caused it. The pure bliss his agony gives me. I jump up straight and smirk, saying my signature sentence. "I bet you regret thinking I was weak!" His face looks alarmed when I say that phrase. As it should. Everyone knows I say that when I'm about to end a fight. Blood That's what gushes down his sweaty face when I jam my fist into his big nose. I watch and sigh in content as I see his boring brown eyes roll back and gravity take over. RING I won. The screams echo around me. Everyone cheering one thing. "Queen Karma!" I'll always win. ******************************************** Olive - the badass girl in every single way. She's a streetfighter that's undefeated. No one knows her secret and she would like to keep it that way. Forced to dress as a nerd in school, how long until she loses it? Tyler - a major player and gang leader. He takes his anger out on the nerd of the school. When his gang needs help and he sets his eyes on a certain streetfighter how long until he uncovers her secret?Complete
Archie
She must feel my presence because she turns around to me so I hold up my knife and run at her. "ARCHIE STOP!" she says as I pin her into the hard brick wall. I hold my knife up higher and tears stream down her face. "Archie you don't have to do this! You're better than this! This doesn't help you grieve" I look at her begging self. "Give me a reason as to why I shouldn't kill you right here and now? Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill Carter and Maddie" I growl. Her lip quivers. "Because I know you're better than this! I see the good in you, Archie... I know this isn't you. I know you're grieving, but Archie... it's time to move on" I look at the ground, still pinning her. - Katie Grace Archer. Archer. The worlds most feared dangerous team. Katie is the most pure innocent girl ever, but not the world she's born into. Therefore, she tries to stay out of that the most she can due to her anxiety disorder that runs down the Archers. But not Archie. Archie Dash King. He's a troublesome teenager that everyone knows of and is scared of. He's a killer. Nobody knows anything about Archie, only that he's a dangerous killer that's in death row. One day Archie escapes death row to attack his next victim. Katie. **dirty scenes!!! **contains gifs :)Complete
Beneath
His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me?" My wild heart seeks his. "Yes." For a long moment, I just feel his gaze. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine as his lips find my throat. I lean back into his palms, my eyes closing. He kisses between my breasts, then across them, swirling his tongue and kissing, always kissing. He pulls my arms out to kiss them, all the way to my wrists...all the way back. He presses affection into my skin, injects trust into my veins. Then he eases me to my back and does it all over again. ******* An obscure tutoring opportunity brings Camila closer to three friends: Noah, Jed, and Fox. After hiding in the shadows for so long, Cam is coaxed to the light. STANDALONE NOVEL Copyright © 2024-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights ReservedComplete
Childhood Sweethearts
#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.Complete
Scared To Love You Again
"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby." I close my eyes as a tear drops down my cheek that he gradually wipes away with his thumb. "I've missed you so much, Leila." He says in a deep raspy tone. His lips hungrily fall to mine. They feel so foreign yet so warm and familiar. Both of us fighting for dominance as our tongues twirl against each other. My breathing hikes and I can't help but feel the wine taking over my body as I drape myself over his lap. I need him so bad right now. He starts biting little trails down my neck, getting close enough to one of my sweet spots. I push off him, and rising to my feet. "Nah. I don't believe you." Backing away from him. He returns a confused look. "Lei-." "If you missed me, you would've reached out to me." He finally stands. Sticking both his hands in his pockets. "One year you've been out. What the fuck have you been doing all this time?" I yell. He takes a step forward. Ting. Both of our eyes cut to the elevator. There's a loud drunken screech, "Damiannnn!" Who the fuck is this bitch??Complete
A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)
She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.Complete
The Badass Nerd
"What the hell did you do!?" I heard a feminine voice behind me. I groaned and turned around to meet a very angry face. I have never seen a girl this pissed before and honestly speaking, I am a little bit afraid. "She knew what she was getting into. Everyone knows I am player and I never stick to one girl." I shrugged and turned around to walk away. I didn't even take one step when I felt a firm hand on my t-shirt. She took a fist full of my shirt and turned me around so I was facing her. She then held my collar. Damn, she is almost the same height as me and if I would have been any normal guy, I would be terrified of her. "You don't treat girls like trash, asshole. She has feelings, she is not some toy that you got bored from after playing for a while. Apologize to her." She said through gritted teeth pointing towards Leah who was crying her eyes out. I noticed the crowd that started forming around us. I shrugged her hand away from my t-shirt and glared at her. "I will not apologize to anyone." I said slowly through gritted teeth. She is starting to piss me off. No one clashes me and no one stands against me. Even though I am new here, everyone knows that. I saw her eyes go blank and before I could duck, her fist made contact with my face and I felt sharp pain coursing through my nose. I held my nose tight and felt warm liquid flowing to my lips. Olivia Claire is a 16 year old high scholar. She is a fighter who never took anyone's shit and is famous for it. She mostly minds her own business occasionally helping people that might need her. Carter Grayson is a 16 year old guy recently transferred to Olivia's high school. Tall, handsome guy with lean figure, hazel eyes, brown hair and smile to die for. He has been known to be a player in his last high school and he plans on continuing that identity. So, what happens when a typical bad boy clashes with a not-so-nerd bad girl.Complete
Fighting for Rose
-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22Complete
THE ENEMIES | JJK | Complete
"Don't force me to do something which shouldn't be done in this situation." He said. You made fist of your free hand and bring a punch towards his face but he dodged your punch. Shit. He grabbed your hands harshly and pinned you on the wall. "You think you can challenge me?" His eyes dropped on your lips and again back to your eyes. "You will never win. I won't let you win." With that he put his lips on yours and starts sucking your lips. You wanted to push him but your body was not allowing it and your lips reciprocated his kiss. My first fanfic. Trope: Enemies to Lovers fic. Mature scenes are also there, I advice you to not read if you are a minor. Do not copy or repost. © All Rights reserved STARTED: 18 May 2023 ENDED: 30 October 2023Complete
The rumble of motorcycles was the soundtrack to my childhood. The smell of oil, leather, and cigarette smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin. I was born into the life-Brighton Carter, daughter of Samcro's own Benny "Red" Carter. My dad was one of them, a lifer, a soldier in the club. He lived and breathed for the Sons of Anarchy. And he died for them too. A drive-by shooting took him when I was just thirteen. I remember the blood, the chaos, the way Jax held me as I screamed, my tiny fists pounding against his cut, demanding answers no one could give. My dad was gone. But Jax? He never left my side. Jax Teller and Opie Winston were my best friends, my safe place in a world that had already been so cruel. Jax, with his cocky smirk and messy blond hair, had always been the one to pull me out of the darkness, even when he was the cause of it. At sixteen, that darkness turned to something else-a craving I couldn't deny. We were drunk, reckless, and stupid. But damn, was it sweet. Jax had been my first everything that night, whispering promises in my ear between lazy kisses, his touch setting my body on fire. But promises meant nothing in Charming. I learned that the hard way. When I found out I was pregnant, I ran. I packed a bag, left a note, and vanished. I couldn't stay. Not when I knew what this life would do to my kid. Now, at twenty-three, I was back. I wasn't that naïve girl anymore.
More detailsContent Guidelines