Next Strike Novels & Stories

“Are you new to the area?” The latter shook his head, “Kind of? I lived here before.” He replied timidly, indicating that he did not want to continue the conversation, but the stranger acted as if he had missed the indication and continued to interrogate him. “Oh, really? What’s your name? I haven’t seen you before.” The familiarity of the stranger’s voice and look drew Jax’s attention, as if they had previously conversed, but it seems odd because he would recognize someone if they had met. His memory isn’t great, but it’s not terrible.

Alex's expression darkened. "What does that mean?" Victor tilted his head. "Did you really think your meeting in the mountain market was coincidence?" Beauty's heart skipped. She looked at Alex. "What is he talking about?" Alex frowned. "I've never seen this man before." Victor laughed softly. "No." "But someone else arranged it." Silence. Beauty felt a knot form in her stomach. "Explain." Instead... Victor reached into his coat. Marcus immediately lunged. The stranger moved with impossible speed.

I whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.” Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calculating. It was human. “So you admitted that it was you? Okay fine, who hit you? I mean who gave you all this injury?” I raised my hand then I took a step back to the window. “I think it’s better if we keep my private life out of all this mess.” Sloane scoffed. “Miss Tessa, you are now the fake girlfriend of a famous football striker. So you have to put up with things like this.”

A third time, every strike fueled by a thirst for revenge, and the urge to totally obliterate him. He tried to counter my strikes by swinging back wildly, but I just ducked under it, my knuckles raking across his ribs in a sharp hook that sends him crashing to the ground. I followed it up with a kick to his head, the loud sound of his skull cracking against the concrete exhilarating. Damn, I needed this. I blew out a breath, my chest heaving as I watched him try to crawl away from me, his blood dripping all over his face. He looked pathetic.

I tell him, "but I need to get it first." "How do you plan to do that?" I think about it for a second. This stalker person has been tailing Cilla since forever, but the only time he contacted me was when... I stayed over at her place... "I have something in mind," I say, my eyes focused on something far off as a plan forms in my mind. "I'll call you tomorrow." With that, I hang up, pocketing my hands as I head back to my room. You're a dead man, fucker.

“Don’t.” Thorne stepped in front of me and tilted my chin up. “You earned this. Disobedience has a price.” Aurelius moved behind me. The first strike landed across my ass. Sharp. Hot. Fire bloomed across my skin. I gasped as my body jerked forward. The second strike came harder, landing on the same spot. Pain layered over the first. I bit my lip, trying to hold back any sound. The third. The fourth. A steady rhythm followed.

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.

He stumbled a step backward, and I tried not to let my pride and ego at getting the first hit to distract me. I threw my left hand at his face during his stumble, but he grabbed my fist and twisted it. I yelped in pain and used my other foot to land another blow to his side. His grip faltered, and I was able to get out of it. Before I could blink, the air was knocked out of my lungs from a hit to my gut.

Creed strike was again gaining momentum now. Each strike he made suddenly turned several times more threatening. She felt it too. Suddenly, the strikes were not light anymore. After blocking each strike, she felt as if she was being pushed back. The exponential shift in power balance fired chills in her. The tables turned so fast it drenched her forehead with beads of sweat. She felt as if he was lying all this time.

Their hands brushed once. Then again. After a moment, Dimitri reached down and took her hand. Maureen looked at their joined hands. She didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers slowly tightened around his. They walked in silence Then Dimitri's phone rang interrupting the calm silence between them. His smile disappeared slightly. He glanced at the screen. It was his assistant. He sighed. "Excuse me." He stepped a short distance away and answered. "What is it?" "Sir, Miss Storm is here at the company." His assistant spoke immediately,” She is demanding to see you”