Spike G1 Novels & Stories

SPIKE Spike held the silencer and waited for the front door to open. The reason he had chosen the silencer was to keep his hiding safe, so they wouldn't get where the bullet came from. As soon as the first assassin entered, he aimed for his head and pulled the trigger. What Spike did not quickly get was that they were assassins like him and were as smart as he was. The two assassin started to shoot at the chairs but spike was fast enough. He quickly rolled out and bent his head, caught hold of his gun that fell from his hand shot and assassin by his ribs.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

A good thing, since I find it much easier to act the dick when I’m annoyed. “Yes, that’s what I claim. You have reason to doubt it?” “The tests on the spike we were presented were inconclusive.” “That’s fine,” I said. “Just give me back the spike and I’ll have it verified by someone more competent.” The Guildmaster rose to his feet. “I assure you, “ he said through gritted teeth, “the competence of our—”

"Umm.. Those, spiky rock thingies that strikes from the ground." Galum seemed to understand, "oh we call that graves or spikes." Jai nodded, "yes, that. I want you to use your spikes on me." Galum nodded, "alright. So, are you ready?" Jai readied his stance, keeping mind to keep his lightning small enough for the spar. "Are you?" Jai smirked. Galum smirked back and readied his own stance. "I am." "Start!"

Mable gently wiped his tears. The boy still did not say anything. He fished a small phone from his bag and typed: [Spike.] “Your name is Spike?” Spike nodded. Mable looked at him in shock. ‘Is he… unable to speak?’ “Spike, how old are you?” Mable asked again. Spike put up four fingers with his hand. Mable guessed it right. She looked at his phone and asked, “Do you have your mom and dad’s phone number? I’ll help you contact them.”

“Trust me. I was equally as shocked when I learnt of what happened.” Luis replied. “Before I give you the product, I need you to help me handle the Russian cartel in Atlanta city. I got news that they have already opted out of our contract, and are now in bed with another supplier. Carry of this little assignment, and not only will you have control more territory in your city, but you’ll get more respect and money than you can ever imagine.” He clapped his hand twice, and one of his men came in with a tray, three glass cups and a bottle of 1946 Pinot Noir wine.

The reinforced soil of Zandor wasn't even dented by her slap, displaying just how amazing the Battlefield Mode was! General Siwa moved swiftly, and at the right time too; for her back had hardly left the ground when an earth spike as thin as a cicada's wing yet with the length of three men stacked together, sprouted from the ground and pierced the air. The sharp sound produced from its flash with the surrounding wind elements was akin to the sound produced from two clashing blades. This was a spike so sharp that General Siwa who didn't doubt Panther wondered if she would be unscathed from such a strike.

Spike seemed equally surprised to see me. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he asked me with a raised eyebrow. “More research?” I rooted around in my medical kit and retrieved the tube containing the water sample. “I need you to look at this,” I stated, and I held it through the bars. Spike approached with curiosity, and when he accepted the sample, he stared at me blankly. “Water?” he wondered as he held the tube up. “That’s what’s in this, correct?” When I nodded, his frown deepened.