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The Boxing System: I Became the King of the Ring

From Thief to Champion Javier Restrepo thought the heist would change everything. 400 million in cash, rare boxing memorabilia, and finally enough money to escape the streets. Instead, his crew lies dead in a burning car while police sirens wail through Brooklyn. Then the impossible happens. The explosion that should have killed him sends Javier five years into the past—back to seventeen, back to the Marcus Garvey Group Home, back to every choice that led him down the wrong path. But this time, something else comes with him: the ghost of Vicente "El Martillo" Morales, heavyweight champion murdered thirty years ago. Vicente's spectral presence offers what no living trainer can: the knowledge to transform a street thief into a boxing legend. With supernatural guidance tracking his every improvement, Javier begins climbing from amateur tournaments toward professional glory. But the boxing world harbors its own dangers. Corrupt promoters control the sport's highest levels, and some secrets are worth killing for. As Javier rises through the ranks, he must navigate a system where talent alone isn't enough—and where his criminal past might be the key to surviving boxing's deadliest truths. Second chances don't come free. And champions are forged in blood and sacrifice. Content Disclaimer: This novel contains mature themes including violence, crime, death, and the brutal realities of professional boxing. The story features supernatural elements within a gritty urban setting and explores themes of redemption, corruption, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised for scenes depicting boxing violence, criminal activity, and intense emotional content. Fiction Notice: All characters, organizations, events, and locations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events, or existing places is purely coincidental. This story is a work of imagination and should not be taken as factual representation of boxing, law enforcement, or any real-world institutions.
Nusku · 1.5K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
Samegurl · 20.3K Views

My Life Coaches are the Seven Deadly Sins

Chibi Pride: “Look him in the eye, keep your voice steady, and if you need a moment to gather your thoughts, don’t say umm, hold your breath.” Chibi Sloth: “Think… of all the time… we could save…” Chibi Gluttony: “Moderation doesn’t mean abstinences.” Chibi Lust: “Nothing is sexier than a man who brings exotic trophies back from his hunt.” Chibi Wrath: “It’s not even that big a deal, it’s one freaking box man.” Chibi Envy: “Come on Greed, if we don’t get it now, we’ll keep thinking about it, then next time a craving hits, we’ll just want more. Probably something more expensive, or more of it.” Chibi Greed: “It’s. Not. On. The. List.” Max watched the seven tiny forms of the great and powerful seven deadly sins argue… over a box of Lucky Charms. He steadied his shoulders and met the tiny Greed’s eyes blocking the box he’d reached for, “I’ve worked two double shifts this week, yes it’s outside of budget, and not on the list, but...” He took a moment as Chibi Pride nodded encouragingly. “Twice this week I left work so late I was too tired to make anything. Yes, it’s cheaper, yes, it’s healthier, but I need something I can grab on the go, or stuff my face in under ten minutes. I’ll ride my bike to work to cut back bus fares.” Greed glared at his companions, “We’re supposed to work together.” Pride grinned showing all his teeth, “We are.” The other five all grinned at Greed playfully. “I am getting a box of Lucky Charms Greed.” Max didn’t let his voice waver under Greed’s increasingly irate scowl. After a small hesitation, he reached for the box next to Greed, and put it in his cart. When Pride patted his ear he let out the breath he’d been holding as a wide smile spread over his face. Hell yeah! I finally did it! After three months, they, no he, managed to stand his ground. Ryan, the security guard, watched the young man… talk to a box of cereal. All the fucking crazies around here, he hated it when they started talking to themselves. Never knew when one would get violent… at least this kid was a regular… always talking to fruits, vegetables, sometimes the occasional discounted meat. He leaned his head to his walkie talkie, “It’s our fruit negotiator, apparently the cereal isn’t keen on going home with him today. Tell Karen she can relax.” Ruby listened to the chatter as she gave her best customer service smile to their very own special Karen. She’d refused to pay for her four hundred dollars’ worth of groceries until someone verified the crazy guy she’d spotted had been spoken to. Her two crotch goblins still screaming hysterically in the father’s cart… they had to be at least eight years old already… God how much longer was her shift? Ruby checked her phone… seven hours… and twenty-three more minutes… not including her lunch.
KairoKM · 20.7K Views

The Egyptian Heir: I Am the Heir of the Ultimate Evil, Set

"Evil in all civilizations is known—agreed upon—as something to be eradicated, for good always triumphs. But what if I told you evil is manufactured, not born? That a civilization crafted evil to create to be the world's hero? This civilization is Egypt—mother of all—who birthed Set: the ultimate evil and ultimate protector. I am heir to this evil... and this story's hero. Made to protect the world... or was the world made for me? No matter. Forget 'heroes rising from darkness'—here, darkness rises from heroes. The end begins: Egypt's secrets will unravel, the world's illusion will shatter. Gates to other realms, monsters, a bizarre energy system will change everything. The pyramids? Not tombs, but prisons sealing what existed before gods. Welcome to Egypt's truths—or lies? Every war, every revolution in history? Just moves in Egypt's ancient game. The smallest detail? Planned. So tell me: Am I in this game? Are you? Are you sure you're not trapped in this illusion? Do you truly know yourself? This is my story's world—and I won't appear until after Chapter 33. So read... and when you reach Chapter 33, remember: Did you choose to read... or were you chosen? I'll be waiting. Despair not—the best auction item comes last. When I appear? Don't lose your nerve. Love me or kill me—I am the World's Masterpiece. Savior or destroyer? I don't know. The truth? I don't know mine either. So explore... while I enjoy this life. You'll be this thrill's victim—whether you like it or not. I don't care. I am the chaos. P.S. Even the AI helping translate this can't craft a story like mine."
M_E_Eternalquill · 36.7K Views
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