Next Strike Novels & Stories

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?"

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!”

she groaned getting up from the floor. "I guess, it's my blood. Now, enjoy it you, bitch," I said and not giving her a second to respond I snapped her neck and threw her towards the wall. Amol was down, I had to help him but before I could do anything, Anurodh attacked me. I fought him and separated his head from his body but then more vampires came in. It was quite difficult to fight them at once.

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.

“I think there’s no better way to convince someone of your sincerity and authenticity than by talking to them in person and letting them look you in the eyes. Gauge your demeanor, sense any lies, ask whatever questions they want and assess the answers.” “A good strategy.” “Yes, which is also why I had hoped to have this conversation with you in person.” Laura wasn’t ready to forgive and forget just yet. “So, were you successful? In Chicago?” “I think so,” he said, letting out a deep breath. “But it worries me that this commenter was able to strike and do that much damage. It has to be a competitor, someone who really understands the intricacies of our type of business. I don’t know who else

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.

He attacks in earnest. The Thunderstrike Scripture at full output is spectacular and brutal — he crosses the ring in two steps, a combination of five strikes flowing into each other like water, lightning element detonating at each impact point with a sharp crack that the barrier formation absorbs before it reaches the spectators. The first two strikes I deflect. The third gets through my guard and hits my left shoulder with enough force to spin me half a step sideways. My shoulder goes numb. Not broken — Stone Shell prevented structural damage — but the lightning element has left a hot, tingly disruption in the Ki pathway at my shoulder joint that's going to be annoying for the rest of this

Last Frame: It all boils down to this. I need a strike to shut her out. The ball feels heavy, grounded in my hand. I can feel the weight of her gaze on my back as I step onto the approach. I take my time, find my mark, breathe out the last of the day’s stress, and let it fly. Strike. The pins explode in a satisfying, chaotic clatter. I throw my arms up, turning to her with a grin that feels like it belongs to a much younger, happier version of myself. “Game over. Associate Knight takes the title.”

assistant"> The moment Elena committed fully to the strike, something shifted again. Not just in Kade, not just in the figures surrounding them, but in the space between all of them. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it altered the trajectory of everything that followed. Her movement was precise, driven by instinct sharpened beyond hesitation, but Kade did not meet it in the same way as before. He did not simply counter. He adjusted before the motion completed, his body reacting as though he had already seen the outcome.