4.82"Fight or flight?" I jump back, slamming my spine against the lockers. Tyler. "What the hell, Tyler ?" He's in the girls' locker room at a school he doesn't even attend. He's got the word trouble written all over him. Not to mention—he is seeing me close to naked. "Answer me." "Fight. I always fight. So, does your girlfriend know you slept with Luna" I smile sweetly, trying to look unaffected, but I immediately regret my question. I'm not supposed to know about Luna, and I'm not supposed to care. Tyler whistles, nodding. "Keeping tabs, Bella? My turn to ask a question." He takes a step toward me, crowding me against the metal cabinets. The place is spacious, if not embarrassingly luxurious. The lockers are the colour of our uniforms; blue and black and our rich parents shelled out thousands for the fancy chrome sinks, glass showers, and upholstered navy benches. Tyler's gaze is so penetrating, my skin blossoms into goosebumps. As though he can see beneath my skin. I'm ugly behind the tan and makeup and mascara. All flesh and inner organs and blood vessels and hate. God, why am I so hateful? "Are you actively trying to be a bitch, or does it just come naturally?" A little bit of both, the Hulk inside me explains. I'm naturally envious and petty, but being a bitch is a knee-jerk reaction when I feel threatened. Of course, I would die before giving him a real answer. I run my cold gaze over his healing face. Perfectly troubled and gorgeously flawed. I'd flip my hair if he gave me room, but with his body flush against mine much closer than he was when we were in my bathroom yesterday; if I move, I'll touch him. I want to touch him. Which is exactly why I won't. "When it comes to you?" I run my eyes over his face. "I'm a natural, baby." When he continues to ooze stoic boredom, I elaborate on a scoff. "You started it, okay? Ash thought we were peeps, so he wanted me to play mediator. But you couldn't stop throwing digs at me. Was I supposed to just stand there and take it?" "Isn't that what All Saints cheerleaders are for?" He smirks. "You're a jerk." "And you're a liar. You ambushed my ass." "Why would I ambush for you?" I stomp, and my knee brushes his leg. His jeans are torn at the knees, and I caught a glimpse of the dusting of light hair on his tan legs when we were outside. I'm sure all of him is glorious, and it pisses me off that I don't have the entire mental picture of him naked. The same one he has of me. "Because you're the cool kids' puppet? Because you think you're some bullshit queen bee who has to shove her nose into shit? Because I hate you—" I crash my lips on his with a furious kiss that shuts him up. I know I'm a chicken shit and just don't want to hear the truth. What surprises me is that he relents. His hands cup my face, and his lips mould with mine. I don't understand any of this. I don't kiss boys I hardly know. I don't even kiss boys I do know. Kissing is a huge deal for me. Bella Thomson, the queen bee. This was her senior year, she already planned everything-homecoming queen, Harvard. Not expecting to run into the person who knows the real her. Tyler Carter isn't like every other typical 18 years old. Living in the wrong neighbourhood all his life and after losing his mother age of 15, never knowing who his dad was. He is known as the best fighter on the north side.
She's an angel but he's a devil in disguise. Everyone says she attract danger and she did by loving him. A night together and they started to crave him even more. The devil has his secrets deeper than death. And the day she love him makes him is the day they will be separated.
“Only the strong will survive it doesn’t matter if I’m a woman or not. I will beat every single one of you and that’s on my daddy’s grave.” Valeria was born without a mother and a hard-working dad. Even though they didn’t have much, and lived in a run-down neighborhood, she was just happy that she had her dad. Until one day the thought of death hit closer to home than she would ever imagine. She found her dad dead in front of he only home she knew, and witnessed it all. She wanted revenge. She wanted the person who killed her dad’s blood coloring the floor. After the sight of her dad, she found a fiery passion deep in her heart for fighting. She didn’t want to give up on her dad's dream so she practiced kickboxing at a predominantly male class. Even though she faces sexist remarks, prejudiced words, and discriminatory words she keeps working hard because she has the heart of a fighter. For mature/18+ readers only
the son of Getsu-taro Shi. Hebio was abandoned at the age of nine, his father was a drunk who had lost his job, and wasnt able to provide for a nine year old. and a new born. seven years would go by: with Hebio living, and fighting, on the streets of Tokyo, Japan. during these two years, he would make many, many enemies. one would frame him, and die to the fact hes had many criminal records he'd be convicted with out the proper investigation taking place. however, a good Samaritan saves the day, bailing our protagonist out of jail. why is he called the grim reaper? who is this man, and why did he pay for Hebio Shi's bail? read to find out!
Struggling with highly anxious behaviours, the lead character Lola begins to experience unrealistic supernatural behaviours which makes her believe that she is struggling with more than just anxiety. She shortly comes across a boxing gym where she meets a female pro boxer that helps her overcome her anxious behaviour. What the two of them do not know is the unfolding apocalyptic journey that lies ahead. There is a villainous dark force leaving Lola to believe she can use her supernatural abilities to help cease the destructive world.
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"Champions aren't made in gyms Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them A Desire, A Dream, A Vision They have to have last minute stamina; They have to be a little faster They have to have the skill AND the will BUT THE WILL MUST BE STRONGER THEN THE SKILL" -Muhammad Ali Do you dare become a fighter? Do you possess the drive to stand on top, the will to never give up? What motivates you to keep moving forward? Fame? Fortune? Ideals? The only way to truly know is to step into the ring and find out for yourself just what your made of.