Strike 1 Novels & Stories

My hand was sweating; I released the ball and threw it into the gutter. “No!” I said to the ball, unaccepting of its fate. The ball weaved back and forth in the semicircle, gaining momentum rather than losing it. “Out,” I whispered, and the ball obeyed. It hit the edge of the back side and smacked into the center pin. “What the fuck!” Roman and Slade yelled. Gunnar had already begun celebrating. He looked up just as the strike alert sounded.

"Now you all should be on your knees" "Yes ma'am" they chorused as they all knelt down. "Noe Irene please make this look like you just took advantage of your enemy's weakness, hold out his left hand, take a deep breath and loosen yourself moving all your strength to these two fingers, you have three strikes, one on his forehead, his shoulders and his neck which would decapitate your opponent to a point where he's subconscious or rather unconscious. Watch this" Emily uttered as she made the three strikes so fast that it was hard to dictate where she had her first strike, staring at the maid as she fell to the ground. She was decapitated as Emily said earlier, this was thrilling and very excit

He was lying to me and it racked my skin with irritation. “Strike two.” I held up two fingers, placing my blunt into my mouth with my free hand. “Do you know what strike three means?” Emiliano shook his head, and I held out my blunt, lowering it onto his hand. With force, I pressed it against the back of his palm, grounding it against his skin. Emiliano rasped, squeezing his eyes shut and vibrating in pain. “Strike three means I wouldn’t aim for the wood next time,” I said in a tone that cut like steel as my eyes locked on his with warning.

After being fooled by him for so long, I finally got to trick him back right to his face once. "Terence, are you satisfied with the 50th revenge?" The wind swallowed most of my voice, but I knew he heard me. He stood frozen in place. As he stood there, stunned, a powerful blast ripped through the air. Flames erupted skyward, lighting up everything around. "Goodbye, Terence."

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

I chose to read everything after seeing how the steps are explained. "The first step is to accept what has happened." My mouth felt like it was being burned by acid. Accept what has occurred? To me, it sounds impossible. I just can't accept it, okay? We'd been together since secondary school, and we were perfect, until one mistake — one mistake! — brought everything crashing down. Tutting, I read the next line, "You can't move on if you can't accept that the relationship has already ended." Psych!

“Dammit!” Laura said as she spilled her coffee on her light floral blouse. She hadn’t seen the crack in the sidewalk as she was juggling her bag and coffee cup, trying to keep up with the foot traffic. “Just great. I hate Mondays,” she mumbled to herself as people hurried past her on their way to work on this bright, sunny day. She silently scolded herself for trying to cram a last-minute errand in before work. She carried on as she reached into her bag to pull out a napkin. She tried to wipe the coffee off, but only succeeded in rubbing it in further. Not looking up from tending to the stain, she bumped into a man, hard.

A fear I could not handle. As Henry persisted, fueled by both alcohol and misplaced longing. He grabbed my arse. I tried kicking him where the sun doesn't shine but I couldn't as he trapped my legs between his. "Henry… please… stop!" I pleaded, struggling against his insistent hold. Tears were already gathering in my eyes, and my lips were quivering. As Harvey's attempt at a forceful kiss became more intense panic surged within me. Just when it seemed I couldn't escape his grasp, a sudden impact jarred our entangled forms. A powerful force sent Henry stumbling backward, releasing his grip on me.

If I hadn't seen how little you valued Clara and your daughter, I would have never tested your so-called love repeatedly! "It was you who broke your promise to me. You broke your vow to Clara. You destroyed Clara, and now you want to destroy me too! You put all the blame on me. That's selfish of you!" Alaric was momentarily stunned by shock before he furiously roared, "Shut up, you whore!" Losing his mind, he lunged at Elena. Seeing this, she raised her hand. Dark energy swirled at her fingertips. She struck at his heart.

One— BANG.