Moxxie X Striker Novels & Stories

Moxie, my childhood friend, was a beautiful blonde with piercing hazel eyes. “I need a plan,” I told her. “A plan for what?” she asked, looking up from her book. “How to get back at Rylan and Tiffany, of course! I want them to beg for mercy, to suffer for every strand of hair I lost and the slap my mom gave me. I want to strangle them!” I said, demonstrating with my hands. Moxie sighed. “Maya, you’re taking this too far. Let it go. You can regrow your hair, and I’m sure the slap doesn’t hurt anymore. Why are you so bent on vengeance?”

He looked at it and smiled at me, nodding in approval. Maddox Stark might have been created to be Calvin Stark’s good little soldier, but Maddox Anderson was the warrior that was created when an angel saved him from himself. He was the one who would fight against the fuckery of this world even if it meant his last breath would be expelled.

The man, who till now, still stared at her intensely, silently peeling off every layer of clothing she had on. “Aaron DeMarque, lovely to meet you,” Sienna said, a strained smile on her face. _______

Don't let him do it. "Mr. Marino—" Tyler began, but Nikola cut him off with a menacing snarl. "I don't want to hear a goddamn thing out of your mouth," Nikola barked, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't make me mad, or I'm going to fucking kill you." I recognized the fierce glint in Nikola's eyes - it was the same look he always got on when he was hunting, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew he meant every word threw at that poor guy.

Chapter 24: The Butcher of Life Nine ​The rain didn't just fall on Julian; it seemed to avoid him, parting around his frame as if afraid to touch the darkness radiating from his skin. The "Cleanup Team"—six men in tactical grey ceramic armor, wielding high-frequency pulse rifles—halted ten yards from the wreckage. They were professionals, trained to bag supernatural anomalies, but they weren't prepared for the ancient pressure now flattening the grass around the car. ​"Target identified," the lead mercenary barked into his comms. "Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds."

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

Rowan moves so fast, Xander only feels a gust of wind before he grabs the front of his shirt and lands a punch right into his jaw. Xander stumbles but catches his balance. He brings his hand up and wipes the blood at the corner of his mouth. He lets out a crazed chuckle. “You hit harder than I remembered.” “Speak of him again and I’ll have your people take your body back in a sack,” Rowan growls low and dangerous, his wolf almost at the surface as the pheromones around him shift darkly, spreading quickly in the office.

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

“Listen. I’m going to say this exactly once. You can keep the striker name to yourself for now. Fine. I don’t like it, but I can work around it temporarily.” Maddox didn’t move. His eyes stayed on me like he expected the trap. “There’s no trap,” I said, reading him. “There’s a trade.” His expression didn’t change, but he waited. “I need full timeline,” I continued. “Every step. Every decision. Not ‘we moved him.’ I need who did what, just without naming the striker. You can call them Employee X. You can call them The Tooth Fairy. I don’t care. But I need the facts.”

Tanner growled low in his chest and grabbed Mara by the back of her thighs, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist he took long strides to carry her away while Sam, Jay, and Mj just stood by and watched until the pair disappeared behind the winding labyrinth of packhouse hallways and corridors. Jay stretched and yawned as Moxie came roaring around the front of the other parked SUV causing a wave of thin dust to erupt from the ground and blanket the trio standing by. Moxie jumped from the driver’s seat, “what are yall standing around here for it’s almost dinner time and *mes pattes* are howlin” and Moxie let a thunderous sound explode from his core. Mj was surprised when the