Novel & Cerita Moxxie X Striker

"We're leaving. Right now. I don't care about the money, I don't care about the families. Come with me." Marco’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with dangerous fury as he stepped forward to intervene. His hand moved toward the inside of his jacket, a subtle, menacing gesture that Celestia caught instantly. At the same time, three of Don’s armed men moved into the aisle, their hands hovering near their holsters.

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

He didn't like how this was bound to end, but he couldn't deny anybody the satisfaction of knowing they tried their best. "I'll be the decoy." Melissa continued, picking up the argument they have temporarily abandoned at home. "You won't be a piece of meat, Mel. Look where that got Maya, the last time we tried that fucked up method." "I'm his daughter, Xavier. He doesn't want to get into my pants." She tried to reason. "No. But I won't stake the chance of knowing if that punk cares enough about you not to shoot a bullet right into your skull if it gets to that or not."

“You both cannot be serious, are you? But again they’re boys on the inside. We began our long drive back to the men’s brother’s pack. Apparently, Vince had won. So I was cuddled up with him. “Listen, in the human world this would be illegal but I don’t care. I reached back and grabbed the backpack that I got and pulled out a bottle. “You stole a bottle.” Xavier jokes. “Not like you’ll miss it but I need this even if it’s the last time I will drink because of tomorrow’s training day. I need you all to teach me how to really defend myself. I can’t fight a damn duck if my life depended on it and we eat those.” I made eye contact with Jack. “You’re serious about this?” I nodded in acknowledgment

"It's fine. We did not introduce ourselves properly the first time we met. You would have to pardon me, as I know your boss does not really have a particularly friendly heart when it comes to me. But I just felt it so unfair that you would be cooped up in the house while he got to meet up with friends, so I decided to bring you along. After all, I did have plans of exploring the city too," he said. "That is totally fine. Your kindness is not taken for granted. My name is Tori, and I work for alpha Adrian," I said to him. "My name is alpha Damian, of the Galliver pack," he said. I beamed at him as I shook his hand. This could not be so bad. What could possibly go wrong?

“He looked at you. He actually—” “Shut up,” I hissed, covering her mouth with my hand. She peeled it off, giggling. “Skylar Hayes, you are so doomed.” The game pressed on, tight and brutal, the Strikers pushing back hard. At one point, Ryans nearly tripped because June screamed, “BREAK HIS LEGS, MADDOX!” so loudly half the arena stared. I buried my face in my hands. “I cannot be seen with you.” “Yes, you can,” she sang. “You’re welcome for moral support.”

Please don’t tell me she cried over some boring news about them. “I’m not really interested if it’s not Garrick Glinson.” Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her. She pouted and slightly slapped my shoulder. “Why are you so fixated on Garrick in the first place? I understand he’s a soccer player. No one, however, could equal Knox Carly’s abilities. He’s the greatest!” I snorted as she stressed the final two syllables. She rolled her eyes when she saw my look “What the hell. It has to do with Garrick. Have you heard about the rumor of a divorce and a hidden son?” That sparked my curiosity.

Calm. Moses cracked his knuckles, stepping in with his usual lion-like swagger. “No running this time.” Fiero was beside him, silent. Barefoot. Barehanded. Eyes sharp and unreadable. Xavier gave a short nod. “Don’t hold back.” Moses struck first. A heavy hook aimed for ribs. Fast and powerful. Xavier ducked, twisted, slammed an elbow into his side, using his own momentum against him. Fiero moved next. Silent as breath.