Next Strike Novels & Stories

We move together, a silent commitment in every stride. The conflict explodes, chaos and violence colliding. I block a strike, the force of it resonating up my arm. Pain flares, but I don’t let it slow me down. I counter, my movements precise, deliberate. This isn’t simply a battle—it’s a reckoning.

“Haha! Kid, glad that you are aware of this. Then, tell me, how are we going to fight against each other?” “My suggestion is that we give each other three strikes. Then, we shall see who falls after the three strikes! Well, you can certainly refuse my suggestion since you are the one who has the say now!” said Gerald. “Very well, kid. Are you trying to provoke me? Nevertheless, my son is already half-dead after being beaten by you. No matter how eloquent you are today, you won’t be able to escape death! However, I can see that you have a unique spiritual essence. If I can get your spiritual essence and use it on my son, it will not be a bad remedy to treat his injury! Since that is the case,

“If you can disrespect ladies, you don’t even know then I’m sure you would be even worse to the ones that you do know. Next time, you come down this street stay away from my house our I’ll make sure to sock you again.” The boy she hit in the face covered his mouth. Demi burst his lip with one punch. He was embarrassed and upset that she did that. He started to raise his hand to hit her back. Demi wasn’t afraid of him. She stood there daring him to hit her. The taller boy had been watching her with interest. When his friend tried to race his hand to hit her, he grabbed his arm, speaking in an almost quiet voice. “You shouldn’t hit girls.” His friend still had his mouth covered as he tried to

He released her hair and slapped her directly across the face. The strike was brutal and completely devoid of mercy. The sharp crack echoed in the shadows, hidden from the pack below by the ambient noise of their mourning. Dreda’s head snapped to the side, and she collapsed to her knees on the cold stone porch, a fresh line of bright red blood leaking from her split lip.

She walks over to the window and looks down at the street below. “I am not saying do nothing. I am saying do not make it worse. If we lash out, we look guilty. If we stay quiet, people assume we are hiding something. It is a trap, Sofia. And she set it perfectly.” He sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound over the line.

But his expression didn’t waver. He really wanted me to hit him. I shook my head, taking a step back at the thought alone. “I… I can’t,” I muttered. “I just can’t put my hands on you. That’s… I can’t do it.” I kept retreating, putting as much distance between us as possible, but in just three strides he was back at my side, grabbing my hand. “Lesson two,” he said, staring straight into my eyes. “You must always strike back. Even when you’re scared or feeling guilty. If you are wronged, you always strike. I wronged you. You hit me.”

Burning eyes danced across my face down to my body where the training uniform hung loosely around my figure, practically swallowing me. If he noticed, he didn't acknowledge it, instead he pushed himself off the wall. "You're late." "It's hard to wash up with a broken knee" I deadpanned, crossing my arms around my chest. "Strike one, Valencia" he stated,arms crossed behind his back as he towered over me. "You have three strikes before you get punished sweetheart". My face twisted unto a scowl at the endearment. "Don't call me that". "Have you forgotten that you're mine now" he smirked, taking a step closer until our chests were almost in contact." I can call you whatever I want".

“Don't come near me! D-Don't touch me!” The men only continued laughing, their evil snickers like that of a predator intimidating its prey. Then their leader brought out his phone and dialed a number. “Mission accomplished, Mr. Nash!”

The satisfaction in his voice causes me to smile into the mattress. The initial sting startles me. I wait for the next blow, the heat from his hand as enticing as the plunge of his cock in my pussy. Each time he lands one, the burn intensifies, the heat radiating from my skin. It's not enough, no matter how many times he strikes; I crave more, harder. After each smack, his hand soothes my irritated skin, the sensitivity bringing on a deeper draw for more. Like an addict jonesing for my next fix, I present myself, pushing back toward him, silently begging for more.

Denied Nakita. "Just as stupid." Jena stared at Nakita in embarrassment. "What's wrong with you, huh? Are you jealous of me because Mr. Trex gave me a big bonus?" Nakita shouted to attract the attention of all humans there. Jena laughs contemptuously "IT'S FOR YOUR SUSPICIOUS PAY STUPID!" Jena shouted accompanied by her annoying laughter. Nakita glared angrily "I WAS NOT PAID. WE ARE REALLY DATING!" Nakita shouted, not wanting to lose.