Point Break Novels & Stories

Jack looked at the buy button. He remembered the first green spike. He remembered the thrill he had refused to call joy. He remembered how the system had dressed survival in revenge until every wound looked like capital. "I am not proving their path works." David scoffed. "Then you remain poor." Jack smiled faintly. "Only for now." He closed the app. For one instant, the entire mansion went silent. Then every window in the breakfast room turned black. Words appeared across the glass. NO POINTS AWARDED.

That is the point when the game ends for everyone but me. L.M.

Not breaking. Waiting.

The crushing blow of the phonebook made the back of my head feel like it was on fire and my ears rang at maddening levels. “That got his attention folks!” he said, addressing an invisible audience. “Now, let’s see if our contestant wants to try again. Where will I find the girl and the book?” He raised my chin and got right up in my face. “I strongly advise you to think hard about your answer because the points double in this round.” “Then… go fuck yourself twice.” Whack. Whack. He delivered two shots to the right side of my head. This was the moment I knew I’d never make it out of this room alive.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He merely shrugged, not bothering to answer my question. I sighed and focused my gaze on Mr. Thompson, who had just finished partnering everyone up. “As you know,” he continued, “I won’t let you do these things without merits. The pair who wins will get ten points each.” Murmurs of excitement echoed across the gym. There it was again—the dreaded point system. “But,” Mr. Thompson added with a smirk, “you will not be playing on your own.” He glanced at his watch. “They must be coming at any moment.”

It was fine as long as he scored 31 points. Raymond went for the "double area" of 15 points. He scored. Right now, he just needed to score one more point, and he would win. When he aimed for the easiest point, Logan secretly shot another razor to disrupt him, and his dart landed on 18 points that were right next to the 1 point. According to the rules, when 301 points were deducted to a negative, the result of that dart would be omitted. Hence, Raymond still had 1 point left from his 301 points in this round!

“Hah. Of course. Ten billion bucks is worth so much more than a hand from this p*nk!” Leo guffawed, then he started the game. “Look closely, p*nk. It’s called a break-off shot.” The two explained everything to Fane as they played, and Fane watched them very intently—how to control the opponent’s play, how to position the ball, among other things. Leo and Timothy quickly finished their game. Timothy emerged victorious, and he had won by quite a big margin. “F*ck. It’s a shame that we’re not placing bets on this round and just putting on a show for him!”

What would I do in the same situation if it were me? It turns out that no one appreciates this. Not until you lose. It happened once, twice, three times. It looks like it's a rule. They only see their partnership, their dedication to the relationship, their love, when they lose. When the decision to move forward is already made. When there's nothing left. Then comes the moment for the other side to cry. And it ends up being worse because the tears are filled with regret and the feeling of being too late.

"223" "224 " Ahhhhhh" The boy's arms shake, not able to keep his weight any longer. And he drops to the ground. Breathing heavily. Before his face could touch the ground, a palm extends to soften his fall and a smile tugs on his lips. " A br...eak please..." " No. Get up. This is the last one for the day Logan. " " The point where one thinks they can't do it any longer. Is the breaking point after which your immunity starts to form. "