Still Beating Jennifer Hartmann Novels & Stories

Sebastian POV The final buzzer had sounded minutes ago, but the adrenaline still coursed through my veins. We’d won. Westfield had beaten Hawthorne 4-3 in a game that felt more like a war than a high school matchup. I glanced across the hallway toward the Hawthorne side, where Brad Walker stood surrounded by his teammates, his face was brimming with anger and his eyes dark with frustration. Meeting him today would definitely piss him off more, so the farther I could stay away, the better. Though it would be amusing to watch his drama unfold back at home.

Jason Carter walked up to me with his arm around Vivian Grayson's waist, smirking. He said with a mocking tone, "Sorry about that, Noah. I just got lucky and won this year. But Viv said you've been getting better and better lately. She even said you could take first place next year. Even though she's said that at least three times already, I believe it'll actually happen in a few years." I nodded. "Congratulations." The amusement in Jason's eyes deepened. He raised his glass. "So, for the time being, Viv's mine. Don't worry, though. I'll put in a good word for you at the family dinner."

Talon motioned his beta. “Holy Shit ! Why is Stone not moving ?” Damon shouted as he saw the last three men launch themselves on her. “What the fuck just happened ? I blinked my eyes just once and the next moment I see three men beaten to the ground ! Did she move even a single muscle ? I didn’t see her attacking any of them,” Draven asked stupefied. “AND THE WINNER OF THE FIRST ROUND IS MS. STONE !!!!” The master of ceremonies declared as he raised the winner’s hand with his.

Ethan was still upset that he sucked at the game. I shrugged and got back in place. The game was actually really simple if you were good with angles and calculations. I would never tell my secret though. The blindfolds came off and I jumped up and cheered again. It was exactly center. Kai got it directly in between the baby’s eyes. Leonidas won against Beverly. Brian won against Papa. Once all the matches were completed, we tallied up the totals. “Winning team is Rachel Carter’s team,” Papa announced.

It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the blade. By four o’clock, Julian Hart will be sitting across from him. By four o’clock, Adrian will remind him that beautifully written humiliation still has consequences.

I winked at her and she smiled even bigger. "Come near her and i'll beat you ass like I did last time and this time I will make sure your six feet under" Jack roars Hunter backs away with fear in his eyes and winks at me. I sigh and walk over hugging Jack and calm him down. "Calm down honey i'm fine. He can't hurt me anymore. I could probably take him after Jace made me take boxing classes. I'm pretty good. My trainer moved me to someone else cause I kept kicking his ass. I have even beaten Jace" I tell him

She replies, turning away from Aphelion and further into Beckett. Aphelion gives Beckett a look of betrayal, and Beckett shrugs his shoulders in response. "It's like we've been telling you 'Phil. You've got to know your audience." I reply before hitting play on the screen. It's a video of Katrina's performance today in sparring class. Someone had zoomed in and taken clips of every time Hilda got her ass handed to her, making sure to zoom in our her facial expressions after each hit.

They all looked so young. Aurelie overheard the conversation between the assistants in front of her, leading the way. "No one's taking care of RENEGADES yet!" "THROBMAKERS is ready for standby. Are there any assistants available to assist other groups?" Allie asked them. A Singaporean woman in fringe bangs and straight shoulder-length black hair, wearing a pink blazer and black above-the-knee dress with floral and checkered prints, also wearing a pair of black high-knee boots has come forward to them.

The reinforced steel door, lined with metal spikes, slowly swung open. Heavy footsteps followed. For some reason, the entire crowd went quiet. A tension settled over them without anyone saying a word. People from the 18th floor had killed. They had seen it before with their own eyes. Here she came. Slim legs. A long, sharp blade in hand. Of course, they sent her first. That girl who didn't hesitate. Damn animals! Behind her was Beatrice. Word was she had been a national-level champion in college. One punch could drop a man cold. She was geared up, too. Gloves on, stance ready.

"Good. I assume you are aware that Allison Carter is taking part, as well?" I don't miss the flash of disdain in Amy Becker's eyes at the sound of Allison Carter's name, even though she is quick to hide it. Good, I think. She really is the perfect candidate to work with on this matter. "Tell me the truth, Miss Becker," I say, leaning forward. "Do you believe that you can beat Allison Carter in the Tech Wizard competition?" Amy Becker doesn't even hesitate before shaking her head. She stares into her white coffee like she's embarrassed to be admitting this.