Good Roasts For Rap Battles Novels & Stories

Her fist landed against the wall and the stench of her blood quickly filled my senses to the point that it made me feel physically sick. "You can't blame me for the fact your mate was stupid enough to get into a fight with a bunch of rogues. That was his decision. It's not like I held a gun to his head and demanded that he fight with them," I sniped back at her. I knew that they wanted to find Jayson and that they were losing hope of him ever returning but picking a fight with a bunch of rogues was never going to pay off.

“What do you mean, ‘sabong’?” The young man scratched the back of his neck this time. Yrah was tempted to ask him if he was allergic to something or needed flea powder. “You know, like a cockfight. Two roosters tearing away at each other until the other one can’t fight anymore. People bet on which rooster wins. A cockfight, doktora. This was just a circuit fight, not a big night. You’d know if it were a big night. So try not to worry, doktora.” He looked very ill at ease. “You might have nightmares.”