Strike 1 Novels & Stories

"Once the baby's here, you'll realize who truly treats you well! Jonas is just a coward who's never good enough for you!" As he reached out to tear at her clothes, the hunger in his eyes made her sick. In a desperate urge, she swung her hand and slapped him with every strength she had. With a sharp crack, Elton's head snapped to the side, and a red welt immediately bloomed on his face. He froze, then his expression twisted with fury. Tracie seized the chance to shove him away. She stumbled back and grabbed a vase from the table. She smashed it on the floor, sending shards flying everywhere.

“Good boy.” His men backed away, forming a circle of death around them. Alejandro loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves. Dino cracked his knuckles. This had been building for years. No guns. No excuses. Only fists. Only blood. The moment Alejandro lunged, the world exploded. --- The First Strike Alejandro swung—fast, precise. Dino dodged, countering with a brutal strike to the ribs. Alejandro grunted but didn’t falter. He was strong. Trained. Deadly.

“Face forward, Nightingale, and brace yourself. Make sure your hands remain on the desk. You chose this option, remember that, and I already warned you that I wouldn’t go easy on you. If you make it to strike number twelve without giving up, I will reward you for being a good girl.” As soon as I faced forward, he struck me on my left thigh, just underneath my ass. I yelped in shock, firstly because I wasn’t expecting him to start so quickly, and secondly because I wasn’t expecting the strikes to hit so low. The pain had been overshadowed by my initial shock, but as soon as that shock passed, I could feel the burn. And this was just strike one. I was more prepared for the second strike, but i

So he picked a number among the ten piece of paper on the floor. And then, he spin the bottle, it roll and roll and gently stopped. It was facing Kelly I gasped...and watched anxiously. He opened the paper and spoke. "I picked number 3." He voiced out... Tala smiled and looked at the paper she was holding..."number three is, remove three things from your partners body." She said and smiled What? I gasped... No! This is not a game anymore i thought. It surprised me to the core when I saw Kelly standing up and the guy was moving closer to her.

“I loved her then. I love her still. Set me free, Rylee. It’s over between us.” She snatched the pen from Sebastian’s hand and crossed out the settlement amount. She made it zero and then signed with her initials. She flipped to the next page and signed her name, then handed everything to Sebastian. He looked at the papers. “Zero? Are you out of your mind? Where are you going to live? You have no money—“ “I want nothing from you.” She removed her cheap ring and threw it at Sebastian. “Good! More for us,” Maya chimed in with a laugh.

"Why? Why would you do this? Haven't I treated you well?" Suddenly, he snapped. He drew his gun and pressed it against Lorita's forehead. "Why would you do this to me? Why?" Magno lunged at Domenico, trying to push him away, and bit his wrist. "Let go of Mamma! You can't hurt her!" Domenico kicked him aside. Magno fell to the ground, just like Valentina had that day.

He was twenty yards away, watching. "The next time you’re in my path, disappear," Zack added, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "You only get three strikes. You just used your last one." He sent out another jolt of energy, hitting her nervous system just hard enough to knock her out. He stepped back as she slumped into the grass, feeling a surge of genuine pride.

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.

Armed operatives poured out, their movements swift and coordinated. Zane raised his weapon, his voice sharp. “Wait for my signal.” Reese and Alex crouched behind a cluster of rocks, their weapons trained on the advancing operatives. “They’ve got heavy armor,” Reese muttered. “Doesn’t mean they’re invincible,” Alex replied, his tone grim. --- The First Strike As the operatives moved closer to the cabin, Zane raised his hand, signaling the team to open fire. The clearing erupted into chaos as bullets tore through the air, the sharp cracks of gunfire echoing through the forest.

“You don’t flail, you don’t swing like a drunken fool. Every strike must have purpose. Aim for the throat, the gut and the eyes.” Their faces paled but they were listening now. “Show me.” A ripple of hesitation passed through them before claws slid out one by one. Some glimmered sharp, others still looked weak, like they hadn’t been used properly in years. “Hit the dummies,” I ordered. The recruits turned to the straw figures. Their first strikes were laughable, some barely scratched the surface, others stumbled forward with too much force and lost their footing. One even yelped when the claw caught his own arm.