Strike 1 Novels & Stories

Instead, as he lunged forward, I gathered every ounce of strength in my body and slammed my open palm directly across his face. SLAP! The force of the strike sent his head snapping to the side. His chest heaved violently as he glared at me, utterly shocked by my audacity. I had actually struck him. "You absolute bitch! You dare raise your hand to me?!" he roared, rearing his own heavy hand back, ready to deliver a devastating blow. I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, staring him down, daring him to strike me in public. Dorian’s hand never came down, because in that exact second, a massive, shadowed fist slammed into the side of his face with devastating power, sending him stumbling wildly ba

But his son’s assault was only just beginning. “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam*

I said. Just then, Mr. Greene asked, "You're saying there's a micro camera in this button. But how exactly did Marianne see what you were writing?" I chuckled coldly before reaching out to point at Marianne. "I was just about to mention—there's an even simpler way to verify this. It's the pair of glasses Marianne is wearing. "Almost half of the students in our class are short-sighted, including myself and Marianne. She thought her scheme was flawless, but the long arm of justice never misses. You'll see everything the camera records when you put on those glasses."

He stumbled a step backward, and I tried not to let my pride and ego at getting the first hit to distract me. I threw my left hand at his face during his stumble, but he grabbed my fist and twisted it. I yelped in pain and used my other foot to land another blow to his side. His grip faltered, and I was able to get out of it. Before I could blink, the air was knocked out of my lungs from a hit to my gut.

She was grinning triumphantly, as if I would be powerless to get back at her for what she had done to me. "Lick my shoe," Nicole ordered. "Are you crazy! I won't do it!" I refused. Nicole smiled sweetly at the two people holding my body. "Can you make her lick my shoe?" "Of course." "Let go of me!" I squealed as one of them pushed my head towards Nicole's shoe. I fought back with all my might, trying to keep my face from touching Nicole's shoes. I couldn't hold back my tears as my cheeks almost touched the leather of Nicole's red shoes.

I can see how Gab's hand turned into a ball of fist and his face turning red as if he's about to explode. 'Guess, I hit it right in the bull's eye.' And so to piss him even more, I flashed my sweet smile and face his friends, totally ignoring the fuming Gab. Then I looked at Top. "Aren't you going to introduce the more significant ones aside from the less significant?" I can feel Mark patting back as if that could stop me from being blunt but I didn't even bother looking at my band mates cause I am so enjoying this. I guess people had forgotten that karma is real. And I want to show it to this cheating bastard. It's fun to see that he's already fuming when in fact, we're just getting started

After a brief discussion, the call ended and he quickly took his bath in matter of minutes. ______________ Twenty one minutes later. **** "You're late Agent Miller." Lead Agent Mari Ramon said as Agent Miller entered the council. "Sorry about that Lead Agent. I was kinda stuck." Callum didn't think of anything to say. "Sit down." Agent Ramon pointed at a sit close to a bald headed man whom Callum guessed was the Adam Badminton he had spoke on phone with earlier. "So down to busy, Agent Miller, Mr. Badminton wants to hire you for security."

Rent was one of the major headaches of living in the capital city but he was well paid so he could afford it. Muhammad now had an idea about who he was dealing with because he now knew that he was no match for The First One when it came down to physique, speed or killer instincts. The only chance he might have against The First One is his psychological abilities and that was what he was going to use to take down the psycho. He needed to find a way to stay alive if he was going to end up being the last man standing in their inevitable showdown. There was a car parked outside his house with members of the Tactical Assault Team (TAT) of the SSS keeping watch over him but he was still not taking

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

The stench of rotting fish filled the entire reception area. The boss stormed into his office, instinctively reaching for the warm water on his desk—only to grab empty air. "Where's my water?!" Flustered, Vanessa rushed in with a bottle of cold mineral water. The bottle was hurled straight back out, rolling to her feet. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?! I want warm water!" The boss's roar shook the glass walls. As I read each message Lisa sent, sitting on my balcony with a cup of hot coffee in hand, I felt nothing at all.