Skips Strikes Regular Show Novels & Stories

He reached out slowly and pressed the cold blade against my belly. I froze. “Let’s see if your baby likes the truth too.” His hand was steady, the knife grazing my skin. And then—he paused. Right there. That tiny moment of stillness was all I needed. I gripped the bat tighter and swung it. Hard. But I missed. The bat whooshed past his face and hit the wall instead. His eyes widened. Then darkened. “You bitch,” he spat. “How dare you?”

"I can't believe you're still being so delusional even when you're barely alive, Suzanna—just focus on staying alive instead! "Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your lousy parents—I'll show you what it's like to be respectful of others!" One of them started breaking the tendons in my arm, while the other continued to kick at me. Pain shot through my entire body, and I struggled to back off. However, Larry pinned me down with a vicious stare before slapping me. He spat, "How dare you try to run! I'll make sure you pay for the wounds your men inflicted on Ms. Cindy! You'd better stay here and endure the beating!"

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

She didn’t have the energy to cook. She got home, fed Jasper, ate her pizza in silence and then plopped down on the couch, scrolling through channels. Nothing grabbed her. Jasper curled up beside her, happy with a full belly. She went to pick up the phone to call Sarah and complain to her what misery she was in, when it rang. It startled her. She startled Jasper. “It’s okay, boy, sorry I made you jump.” She placed a comforting hand on his side as she picked up the phone, expecting it to be Sarah. “Hey,” she said.

The phone person asks. "Yes , this is her." I reply. "Just wanted to tell you that since finale of the show is very close , and today is off due to some set issues ,all contestants are requested to come little early for practicing the songs and serial order and some important chit chat. You are requested to do the same."

Beep! Liam didn't wait for the assistant to finish speaking. He quickly hung up and picked up the remote, flipping through the channels. His name? Leah? What the hell happened? Why was she being aired on the celebrity gossip channel of all places? If it was a normal news channel, Liam wouldn't be that bothered. But this channel was fond of airing scandals about celebrities. Every reputable person avoided it like the plague. Liam arrived at the channel and the remote almost slipped from his hand, seeing the video playing.

Cindy froze. Her voice cracked. "What kidnapping? What are you even talking about?" Panic surged as she punched into her phone, jaw tight. She wired him $2,000 with a message: [Try this again and you won't see another cent.] Robert frowned at the tiny transfer but staggered to his feet anyway. He blew Cindy a gross, sloppy kiss. "Fine, fine. I'm out—for today. Don't forget to miss me, sweetheart." As he shuffled off, Cindy finally exhaled, her body loosening like a coiled spring.

"Even if you're the Madre, you don't get to pull a gun on him for no reason. You're challenging the Don's authority." I looked at her and couldn't help but laugh. I raised my hand, ready to slap her, but Domenico, who had been silent until now, caught my wrist. "Basta, Valentina Rossi! Stop causing a scene. We were only discussing work." His gaze turned cold when he looked at me. "You can't throw a tantrum whenever you please." Then he shoved me forcefully, sending me stumbling into the table's sharp corner. Blood trailed down my forehead, blurring my vision.

she replied, though they both knew it was a half-truth at best. Damien studied her for a moment, his gaze sharp. He didn’t press her, though. He never did, which was one of the things Sienna appreciated about him. “Good,” he said finally, giving her a small nod. “Let’s get back out there. We’ve got a show to put on.” ______

Priscilla scanned the crowd for her man, and then for the 'cute guy' standing next to hi-- "Victoria," she hissed. "That guy is Ruben fucking Smith. And he is not cute." Victoria's eyes grew huge. "That's the stalker dude? Seriously?" She sized Ruben up again. "Well, I think he is cute." Taking another sip from her drink, she pushed back from the table she was leaning on. "Would you look at that, PG? Ruben looks bored. I think I can fix that." And she pranced through the crowd, making her way towards him. Appalled, Priscilla stomped after her giant baby sister. "Victoria Mary Gard! Get your ass back here!" THE END