After Every Hit We Take Novels & Stories

He catches it swiftly, "Hey hey, stop being ruthless, what if you hit a civilian?" "Damn you, can't you just shut your mouth just for once? I'm trying to focus here!" "In bowling, you have to line the shot and release its power. It's not that hard. Aren't you a fast learner? Why can't you even hit a strike after half an hour?" "It's because you're so noisy!" I shouted.

And we would fight for every one after this. Together.

Then I tried to block all the noises and focused on the ball. "You can do it, Darci, come on!" I readied myself for the last pitch. One last shot or we all went home. The pitcher threw another high-speed ball at me. Usually, the hitters strike the third ball because the pitcher might grow tired from the last two throws, and if you don't take the chance, you're out. And if you do take the chance, you have to hit the ball in the air and upward, or you're out. Gripping my bat tightly, I took the chance and swung as hard as I could.

The lights flicker with a sound of thunder, and I tense. "We should probably get going," Camden suggests, as he glances at the windows that flash with lightening every now and then. Nodding, I head toward the locker room to clean up. Un-wrapping my hands, my knuckles stick to the tape with dried blood. After Camden instructed me how to hit correctly, the impact was less painful, but the damage was already done.

"As if!" I ran to her, and she did the same with our right hands itching to land a strike at one another. We both threw a heavy jab, but our fists just met each other as the whole indoor training ground shook from the impact. We both suffered from the strike, as we were blown away in opposite directions from the force that was emitted. We stared at each other, panting and catching our breaths.

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

I gasped for air and lifted my hand in terror. Out of instinct, I reached for the glass of water beside me, trying to use it to steady myself. But my fingers passed straight through the solid glass. With a sharp crash, the glass fell to the floor and shattered. [Warning! Detected: bound target Victoria Quinn's love value has fallen below the critical threshold.] [The contract has been breached. Penalty activated. Erasure protocol officially launched.] [Death countdown: 71 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds...]

My side was on fire, but I forced myself to breathe through it. “Why are you doing this?” I snapped. “You could break something!” “I could,” Kael said. “But I won’t. You need to know what it feels like to take a hit and keep standing. Because out there, the next hit won’t be from me. It’ll be from someone who wants you dead.” His words shut me up. We went again. Hour after hour, he struck, and I blocked, dodged, fell, and got back up. My arms were bruised purple. My ribs screamed. My vision swam with sweat and exhaustion.

He taps my side once, firm and brief. I strike. The impact lands cleaner. “Better,” Damon says. “But don't hesitate after you hit. Never admire your work. Strike and move.” Sweat beads at my temple as I reset. “Again,” he orders calmly.

: “I picked the wrong character last time. Let’s play again.” I was speechless. Heh. “Hit Everyone”: “If you’ve got guts, 1v1 again! One round deciding the winner? That’s weak!” I sighed. Lose and delete your account—no more harassment. “Hit Everyone”: “Fine.” The game restarted. “Hit Everyone”: “You’re doomed this round!” No sooner had he spoken than I shot him—one-third of his health bar gone. Next, every move he made—walking, crouching, aiming—he got shot.