The Russian Storm

The Russian Storm

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I fight and win, nothing more nothing less. No one sees my face, my hood does not come off. Stepping into the ring with my gloves on and hood covering my identify, I look at my opponent. He smirks as he looks down at my smaller frame, more than likely thinking this will go down easy for him. Seeing as he is around 6'5 and im standing at more around 5'5, I'd say with anyone else he would be right to think it would be an easy win. But he has no idea what he signed up for by challenging me. A small smile forms on my face as a wave of calmness runs over me. After all im not the Russain Storm for nothing. P.S i do not own any photos used in this story, this is my first story so please be patient with me as I figure out how to write this decently. Thank you to Nikki Riddle for editing my story and helping me to keep this story going. Lastly just enjoy reading and if you have any ideas please leave a comment!!
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I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

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