Novel & Cerita Strike Back Back On

For a moment, I thought my hearing had failed. In front of a field full of parents, teachers, and elementary school students, Fiona was actually shouting about becoming my son’s stepmother? I finally snapped. I didn’t care about the livestream anymore and swung my hand out before I could stop myself. “Smack!” The sharp sound cut through the whistle on the field. Fiona staggered back from the slap, her thick high heels sinking into the grass. Yet she was smiling.

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

Bit her lip. “Tonight,” he said, voice low and even, “you learn to take pain like it’s pleasure.” First strike landed across her upper back. Wide fan of suede. Heavy thud more than sting. She exhaled sharp. Second. Same place. A little harder. Heat bloomed. Spread. Third. Lower back. Fourth. Upper ass. He built slow. Rhythmic. Never rushed. Each set of five strikes moved down her body—back, ass, thighs—then started again from the top, incrementally harder.

He reached out slowly and pressed the cold blade against my belly. I froze. “Let’s see if your baby likes the truth too.” His hand was steady, the knife grazing my skin. And then—he paused. Right there. That tiny moment of stillness was all I needed. I gripped the bat tighter and swung it. Hard. But I missed. The bat whooshed past his face and hit the wall instead. His eyes widened. Then darkened. “You bitch,” he spat. “How dare you?”

He'd rarely seen me wear them, except on special occasions such as his birthday, the day he received an award, or the anniversary of our meeting. But I still wore ordinary or worn-out clothes on days that belonged only to me. Thinking of this, Terence suddenly felt something was off. He slapped himself hard. "Bastard!" Once wasn't enough. He slapped himself several more times. "Fucking bastard!" Suddenly, a wary female voice came from behind him. "Who are you? Get out of my friend's house right now!"

He simply thought he had failed to activate the formation just now. Charlie had a curious expression as he asked, “That’s right, lackey, where's your lightning? Did the Thunderstrike wood run out of battery? Did you forget to charge it before you left the house today?” Mr. Chardon knew that Charlie was mocking him and said coldly, “Young lad, you’re still bragging even when you’re facing death! I think you really don’t know when to stop courting death!” After saying that, he clenched his teeth, remobilized his Reiki, and operated the formation inside the Thunderstrike wood again. He then pointed it at Charlie as he declared loudly, “Young lad, watch my lightning come again!”

Finally, the moment of truth was upon them. “Do not rest the barrel—that will affect the fall of your shot.” “Yes, sir,” Jona replied, although Otto had said that many times before. “Aim for a strikethrough. If you can’t take the headshot, aim for the chest.” “Strikethrough” was Papa’s reference to a clean kill when a bullet enters the skull’s front and blows out the back—the same went for a shot to the heart. Accuracy meant slicing straight through the organ. A perfectly placed round entered at an exact angle and the mark was dead before they hit the ground.

She looked away and slapped his hand away. "I'm fine. It's just a little scratch." Benjamin pulled his face away and smiled softly. "You're always acting so strong. You should take care of yourself better." He said, patting on her head with his hand. He then turned around and got back to his seat to continue working. 'What the heck? Has he always been this mature?' She thought, her face was still red after the incident. After her working hours ended, Kathilyn was organising her desk before going back home, when she suddenly felt someone approaching her from behind.

Last Frame: It all boils down to this. I need a strike to shut her out. The ball feels heavy, grounded in my hand. I can feel the weight of her gaze on my back as I step onto the approach. I take my time, find my mark, breathe out the last of the day’s stress, and let it fly. Strike. The pins explode in a satisfying, chaotic clatter. I throw my arms up, turning to her with a grin that feels like it belongs to a much younger, happier version of myself. “Game over. Associate Knight takes the title.”

’ He scoffs. ‘What the fuck do you know?’ I snap angrily, hating the way he's bringing me face flat with my embarrassment. ‘I know you want the omega so badly but you keep denying it.’ Saxon fires back. ‘You know nothing crazy punk! Now get my business done immediately or I'm having you decapitated.’ I said curtly, blocking the mindlink with him before he can make any more silly comebacks.