Strike Back Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Staring at him as he turned bell pepper red. He was fuming, he could combust. Exciting. He glared at me. “You know I have a weakness for red, she's curvaceous too perfectly fitting in my arms.” Looking at my hand I showed it to him like there was something in it. He couldn't take it anymore, he came after me, I made to drop the glass trying to get him not to stain my expensive rug with my liquor but he landed a punch on my jaw before I could move out of his way.

Selene stumbled, nearly falling to her knees, but Damien’s hand caught her hair and yanked her back up. “You’ll stay standing,” he growled, dragging her upright. “You’ll take every single one, Selene. That’s what you earn when you forget who you belong to.” The fourth strike came fast. Then the fifth. Each one landing in a different place—her thigh, her arm, her back. She cried out louder, her voice shaking the walls, but Damien only laughed, the sound dark and twisted. “You thought you were clever with that flash drive?” Another strike. “You thought you could play me?” Another. “You thought I wouldn’t see through you?” His arm swung mercilessly, each word punctuated with pain.

The first sentence appeared. Ashbourne heirs may only awaken after losing the one they love most. Beauty frowned. "What does that mean?" Before anyone answered... More words appeared. The first awakening failed. The second awakening began when Alpha Leon rejected his destined mate. The air seemed to leave Beauty's lungs. She stared at the page. "So..." "It really started that day." A third sentence slowly formed. This time... Everyone read it. The final awakening will occur when Beauty Ashbourne chooses between her two mates. Silence.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

She was struggling, hitting his hands, but it didn’t have any effect on him. “Because you're a f**king bitch. A stripper, a goddamn slut!” he said angrily, hardening his hand on her neck. Nora was struggling hard to breathe. Then Lorenzo suddenly let her go, as if he was just remembering something, and she fell to the ground and collapsed. Lorenzo bent down and touched her neck to make sure she was still alive, but she was still breathing faintly.

But the strike never landed where I shielded. Instead, the stick crashed into my leg. The agony was instant, a white hot burst of pain that ripped through me like fire. A scream tore its way from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing into the empty misty air. My body gave out under me, and I crumpled to the ground, the stone biting into my skin as I fell. A mangled sob escaped me, but it did nothing to soften Liam. It took all my will to hold back my tears, and when I dared to look up at him, he was smiling.

My strike hits her arm, blood spilling out before she diverts her body. Too late. I drive forward and release my next strike at a close range, the burst instantly slamming into her stomach. She stumbles. Just two steps. But it is more than enough to encourage me to fight back harder. Instantly, she straightens herself. Her stomach is smoking faintly where my powers hit her, including her arm. “You are one nasty scum,” she snarls.

he demands she took a step close to him, looking him directly in his eyes, lips inches away from him, she glares at the man she loves the most before cursing at him "slimy, lying, good for nothing, selfish, little bastard" she starts off slow but as more words come out the more aggressive she becomes "That's it" he growls, pushing her so hard her body comes crashing into the floor. He folds the thick lather belt in too and strikes her with it, multiple times. *strike* i provide for you *strike* i feed you *strike* and this is how you repay me *strike* calling me a bas- *stike* -tard *strike*

The first strike came without warning, a sharp, stinging crack across the seat of my sweatpants that made me gasp, my body jerking forward. “One,” I choked out, my eyes watering. “Good boy,” he murmured, and the praise, so incongruous with the pain, sent a shocking, jolt of heat straight to my groin. The second strike was harder, a white-hot line of fire across my ass. I yelped, tears springing to my eyes. “Two.”

He later hired rogue wolves to disable one of Leon’s hands, leaving Leon as a crippled Alpha. Later, he was occasionally seen at markets, fumbling at public phone booths with his broken fingers. He’d mutter to himself, “This is the song I wrote for Celine… she’ll hear it… she’ll forgive me… she’ll come back…” Then a she-wolf covered in burn scars appeared, throwing herself onto him in a fiery act of vengeance. “Alpha Leon! If you’re taking me down with you, then we’ll go to hell together! “I’ll haunt you for life!”