His Fighter (Completed)

His Fighter (Completed)

  • WpView
    Reads 705,613
  • WpVote
    Votes 12,552
  • WpPart
    Parts 28
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Jun 11, 20252h 22m
Hailey Brown is a 17 year old Girl who was adopted when she was 3. Now that her Parents aren't alive anymore she goes to New York. But only if she knew who she was About to meet. At night s he either is working in a stripclub as bartender or is a hot street fighter and Racer. And then there is Chase Adams, 18 years old, leader of the most popular gang in New York the red Devils. And these two are about to meet....
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • She's My Bad Girl (SMBG#1)
  • The Maid (Corrupted Love #1) |✓
  • She Didn't mean to [Completed]
  • rejection
  • Mr.Cassano | Obsessed Mafia
  • The Chase
  • Stephano | ✔︎
  • 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋
  • Taming Christopher Brown
  • The Gangleaders Little Rebel

[TW: This book contains strong language and scenes that others may find uncomfortable to read. | Also note that this was made by a 13-year-old so don't expect great things. Although it is edited, I kept most of the story as is. Initially published on 2016] "You'll never get me to fall in love! So stop trying!" She glares at me and climbs up the fence. 'Hey stop! Hailey!' I call out running after her. I finally caught up to her and I grab her wrist. 'Stop.' I order. "Let go of me you dink!" She struggles to escape from my tight grip. I lean my face towards hers and smirk. "Th-This isn't funny, Kevin! Stop! Stop it!" I plant a quick kiss on her lips and ran for it. She didn't move. I went back. Guilt. 'Hailey? You okay? I'm sorry... Hailey? Look at me, Please...' She doesn't look at me. What have I done?! She looks up and gives me a death stare. "I'll give five seconds to run..." I stayed there. I'm ready to get my punishment. "One..." She clenches her fists. "Two..." I want her to punch me... "Three..." "Four..." "Five... Why are you still here?" "Because I want to..." I closed my eyes and waited for her fist to punch me. Instead, I felt her warm lips on mine. That's my Bad Girl...

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines