Blitzo X Striker Novels & Stories

I whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.” Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calculating. It was human. “So you admitted that it was you? Okay fine, who hit you? I mean who gave you all this injury?” I raised my hand then I took a step back to the window. “I think it’s better if we keep my private life out of all this mess.” Sloane scoffed. “Miss Tessa, you are now the fake girlfriend of a famous football striker. So you have to put up with things like this.”

Troy pipes up again with his unwelcome opinion, talking as if I'm not sitting directly in front of him. I scowl at him, burning holes through his head, until he finally decides to acknowledge me. "You wanted the truth, BroSpellcaster. I'm just putting it out there, your nose looks rather out there. Looks like a botched Botox op if I'm being partially honest with you. If I'm completely honest, Max's right, you're gonna bawl your eyes out but don't worry, you were never attractive anyway. Nothing lost." He touches the side of his head, pretending that there's a brain somewhere in there, "Positive thinking, my friend. You're welcome."

He snorted and lunged at him. Dario ducked and moved aside. "Blaze, it’s me, Dario," he yelled. "Come to your senses. I am here to help you." Blaze’s eyes narrowed momentarily as he heard the name, Dario. He found the name familiar. But his inner beast went insane with rage. He growled and pounded him. Dario blocked his blow, but Blaze grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him. In a flash, he pounded his head against his. He knocked him in the sternum repeatedly a few times.

STRIKER As soon as we were out of sight for my people, Lana hit my back with her small fists. “ Put me down, Striker! ” She hissed as she continued to hit me. “ No. ” I walked through the trees, approaching the familiar spot. “ If you don’t put me down right now, I will— ” “ What? You will scream? ” I chuckled and squeezed her ass. She was so peachy, and juicy, and perfect for my hands. I couldn’t let my hands wander anywhere else.

His expression remained unyielding, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief, making it clear that he wasn't about to accept my explanation without a fight. Blaze's parting shot was laced with venom, his sneer a deliberate provocation. "Don't let this happen again, Reaver," he spat, before turning on his heel and stalking off. I maintained my composure, my expression a mask of calm. A spark of indignation flared within me, and I couldn't help but think, Who does he think he's fucking talking to anyway? The audacity of Blaze's tone, the blatant disrespect, was a slap in the face, and I felt a surge of anger at being spoken to like some subordinate.

I wasn’t aware he was already beside his wife. “Noted. She’s freaking Estelle Bladwyn.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked out of curiosity. “Ignore Sax, but my guys have a huge respect for women,” Striker added. “Join us in the backyard, and please, feel at home.” “Thank you.”

All traces of my earlier humor vanished when the doors Nox and me guarded opened. Phineas Striker was a weasel of a man, but his mere presence managed to suck the oxygen both from the room and my lungs. Despite my numerous attempts to remain unaffected, the moment I set eyes on his bald head and pristine suit, I was thrust back to the day he’d almost taken my life. The crack of the whip was so loud it no longer felt like a memory. Nox’s snarl drowned out the sickening sound, ‘Lilac, if you keep sending me images of that fucker torturing you, I am going to break rank and slaughter him.’

At the next moment, the energy condensed around Brian's palms before ruthlessly striking Woody. Amid the piercing noises of explosion, the ground beneath Brian's feet cracked bit by bit. He had aimed his move at Woody earlier with overwhelming power. His vicious technique left everyone in awe! "So, that's Strikerine's signature move, Quintuple Lightning Strikes. It's amazing." "That brat will certainly die a miserable death!" The audience's eyes were glued to the stage as they held their breath, not wanting to miss any exciting details. Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted as two figures collided with each other. Right after that, dust and smoke billowed up everywhere on the stage!

“I grew too close to you. I wanted you outside of work. I wanted to pretend I was yours every single time we were together but I knew I could never have you. I knew I was just a sex toy to you. You paid me solely for sex and I could never have anything more from you.” His face quickly turned toward me. “Why could you never have more with me?” Pushed down the lump at the reminder of what I couldn’t have. My fingers raised and gently touched the bare portion of his firm chest that was exposed. “Because you’re a fireman, and I’m nothing but a prostitute.” “No,” he said as he caught my fingers and raised them to his lips to kiss. “I’m Alaric , and you’re Stella.” My heart shattered into a millio

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”