Counterattack Novels & Stories

"Maam, today is our anniversary and we are giving some promos to our customers." "What kind of promo?" Zach asked. "For two sets of order, just like yours. You will only pay for the price of one. Only if-" Zach's brows furrowed. It was his way of showing that he was annoyed or not glad at all. "Tss! Only if? Do you mean there are conditions? What kind of promo is that?" "What would be the condition, miss?" I asked. "Only if you are a couple, and you'll let us take a picture of you while you kiss."

But I still don't want to act like Alva and think I don't need that money back, as long as we're friends. One day he asked me to borrow $50, I have it but still refused to lend it to him, and in the end, he turned against me. Not long after his family defaulted, they were forced to flee elsewhere. That disappointed me and even had a little regret for not acting decisively like Alva.

“C’mon, old man! Is that all you’ve got? My baby sister hits harder than you.” Erik’s face reddened with the insult, and he charged sounding like a wounded bear. Brand easily parried the man’s blade and turned in a circle, coming up behind and putting the tip of his sword to the back of Erik’s neck. “Yield before I hurt you,” Brand said, his voice light-hearted.

"And if they're already counting on that?" “Then we plan on how to counterattack,” I said with certainty. “But we have to do it first.” Kai stayed quiet for a long moment, and then finally gave a nod. “Alright. Let’s do this.” We both spun toward the warriors. There were only four, and we each instantly mentally categorized them. Kai shot me half of our usual mind conversation. ‘You take the two on the left,’ I nodded to him, already stepping forward to do just that.

I told myself it was curiosity. The professor spoke. “Combat is not strength alone. It is control, timing, and discipline.” I leaned back, feeling bored already. “How do you defend against a stronger opponent when you are outnumbered?” he asked the class Silence. Nobody said anything. I thought nobody would answer until I saw Zana raise her hand. “Yes,” Tyrel said. He looked a bit surprised. “You.” She spoke clearly. “You don’t meet strength head-on. You break formation. You attack supply lines. You force confusion then you try to make them exhausted.”

Unbeknownst to the boy, he had walked right back into the lion’s den, into the very heart of the empire he had tried to flee. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. The game, he realized, was not just far from over. It had just begun again, with a new, exhilarating twist. He pictured Luke’s face, those wide, innocent eyes, those full, pink lips. He remembered the feel of Luke’s soft skin, the way the boy had cried out his name, a desperate plea and an undeniable surrender.

Perhaps, it must have been when she used the word 'spank like a child". I laughed at my reaction and the bulge in my trousers reminded me that this wasn't a laughing matter. "As much as I would like to fight with you, I don't have the will power to and even my friend here seems to be against us fighting. So I'will just let it slide this time" I said referring to my erect penis as the friend. However Miss Adelana didn't seem to get my gist as she looked around as if in search of the friend I mentioned. "What friend?" She asked innocently after her search turned futile. "My friend down here." I answered gesturing with my head towards my erection to let her know what I meant.

Even if she were to lose the match, she would not lose so terribly. So, she hurriedly prepared her legs to retreat before she opened up her palms as she met Aurora’s fist with her soft palms. As soon as Aurora’s fist touched her, she hurriedly used her opponent’s strength to help her accelerate her retreat. She was able to counter Aurora’s attack in an instant. Aurora never expected Nanako to use such a gentle and soft move to counter and ease her incoming powerful attack. Therefore, Aurora could not help but feel a little surprised! Nanako’s way of counter-attacking and defending herself proved that she was indeed an extraordinarily experienced athlete.

There was a boy about his age and height surrounded by seven men dressed in armour of red and ash - the colors of The Conqueror. " Stop now and come with us quietly and you will be rewarded handsomely" a bulky man, who was as stout as a barrel said and the boy spat at him looking around for a way of escape. "I will rather eat dust" "You will come with us either way, by your own will or by force" the boy took a deep breath and somersaulted into a cartwheel that sent the wind billowing around him, the soldiers slid back shielding their faces he righted himself and rolled his hands in a circular motion and the wind around them picked up speed