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.

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!”

A gasp could be heard by everyone. Elder Rose shakes her head. “It is possible you are nearing the last year before the bond breaks even though you did not accept. It will be painful each time one of the bonds snaps, more so each time.” She hesitates, looking like she wants to say something but doesn’t “That's impossible. I never felt anything and I took back my rejection.”

He had probably sensed the upcoming rejection. "The board actually said that you can't decline my offer because it's also a requirement for your friends." Top and the other members of TAM's eyes widened as if they didn't expect Adan to pull off some trick and I can't help but to clenched my fist as I was too pissed off upon seeing Adan trying to manipulate Maze. "Gab, just tell me if you want to teach him a lesson. I'll back you up." Mike whispered while patting my shoulder and I just snapped at him while glaring. "Aow." I looked back at them and saw that Maze is smirking at Adan.

It’s over; she was about to lose a point. The ball sailed over Isabella’s head, smashing down hard, about to hit the ground. Wade’s face showed a triumphant, arrogant expression. Isabella closed her eyes in despair, realizing that a poor start would make the rest of the match even more challenging. Just as the ball was about to hit the ground in the final 0.1 seconds, Lucius's racket intercepted the seemingly unstoppable shot, sending it soaring through the air and landing squarely on the opponent’s court. Wade, who had been confident of winning the point, was stunned when the ball was unexpectedly returned. Caught off guard, the ball grazed his shoulder and flew past a defenseless Cynthia,

Adrian didn't glance her way, keeping his firm grip on the wheel as he spoke with a quiet, unyielding severity devoid of remorse: — "Do not delude yourself, Dana, and do not weave stories that never existed in the first place... I never deceived you, nor did I ever make you a promise. You went along with this game of your own free will and full awareness." Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, and a bitter coldness settled inside the car; she couldn't tell how the vehicle's air conditioning had suddenly turned so icy, while her face gradually transformed from the weakness of a heartbroken lover into that of a woman determined to scorch the heart of the man who had broken hers.

Although there were five people playing against her, she was gaining points nonstop. The whistle fell out from Jonathan's mouth, and Merida waved at him. "Mr. Walker, they've all been defeated." He turned around and saw that all the kids on the other side of the field had collapsed. They were all trying to catch their breath. "What's the score?" he asked Paisley, who was in charge of keeping the scores. "It's 32 to 0!" Throughout the five-minute game, Merida didn't lose a single point. When she defeated a whole team by herself and caused Beau to lose, he started crying, "That didn't count! I want a rematch!"