Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"But you're not counting tonight. Tonight, I take what I want until I decide you've had enough." Then the cracking voice followed…repeatedly. The strikes came fast and hard, each one landing in a different spot, creating a pattern of fire across my skin. I sobbed into the couch, my hands gripping the cushions and my body jerking with each impact. "You thought going out dancing would be fun?" Richard said between strikes. "Thought getting drunk and ignoring me would be thrilling?" Another whip landed. "Let's see how thrilling this is." He didn't stop. He didn't pause to let me catch my breath.

Damien clenches his jaw. "You're lucky, and you know it. I could have ten girls just like you." Smiling, he grips my bare thigh, the alcohol on his breath blasting through my senses. "So, tonight, you're going to quit being such a brat and apologize." His hand travels higher, the tips of his fingers sliding underneath my dress, making my stomach lurch with nausea. "By opening up that mouth of yours that's only good for catching my cu—" Glass crashes against his skull, shattering on impact. Sterling's eyes roll back before he slumps over, colliding with strangers until he hits the ground hard.

Is there somebody help me stop this maniac? "Sir!" A man's hurried voice came from the side. "You have an urgent call!" "I said don't disturb me!" While the man turned his head, I raised the thigh to the man's lower body to kick him. I feel like my knee is touching a hard rock. Then I heard curses. I ran away and saw Radleigh walking away with my sister in his arm towards the door of the bar. I'm going after them! But when I ran outside the bar, I couldn't find them. They are was out of my sight. Damn it. I need to find and confront them.

Alder raised her chin, defiant even in her weakness, but the defiance only seemed to fuel him. The first strike landed like thunder. His hand whipped across her face, the sound of the slap echoing in the night as her body spun and crashed to the ground. She coughed, spat crimson into the soil, but before she could rise, Fenrak’s foot caught her ribs, sending her sprawling again. “You betrayed him!” he roared, punctuating each word with another brutal blow — a fist to her jaw, an elbow to her shoulder, a kick to her stomach. “You betrayed all of us!”

Strike after strike. Lyla’s breathing was ragged, but she refused to fall. Then The figure hesitated. And in that moment, Lyla struck. Her shadows wrapped around its throat, tightening. It struggled But she didn’t let go. Because this time, she wasn’t fighting as a wolf. She was fighting as something else entirely. And she was winning. The figure collapsed. The world stilled. Lyla stood victorious, the shadows settling at her feet. She had passed the final test.

I thought she would be angry at this unladylike move, but instead, she was laughing with me. Then, she revealed, she didn’t think that anymore. There was no Lycan in history who was impotent. Problem solved. But this was not it. What she told me next had me rolling over the floor with laughter. ‘ Striker spends too much time with Dustin and Tyson. ’ She had sighed. ‘ I think he is more interested in…men. ’ From that point onward, I didn’t remember what else happened throughout the night. I giggled recalling the look on scary Granny’s face. The Alpha King Striker is interested in men.

My chest rose at a rapid speed. “Strike one.” Wet liquid dripped. His hands moved to my soaked cunt. And there was no way I could stop the moans. I hit my lips hard. But they still escaped. He twisted my bud, then flickered it harshly, and when I was about to reach the high. He stopped. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. You have ten strikes. That how many times you screamed.” My heartbeat accelerated. Why was I so stimulated by his words? Why do I crave his depravity so much? He carried me on the bed. I was still on my knees. And couldn’t see anything.

"You've never had to worry about money or scholarships. Ariana was different. She was truly poor. Without that money, she would have died…" Bethany didn't understand and scoffed. "Oh, please. It was barely the price of a pair of socks for me. You seriously…" She meant to say "lashed out at me for her". However, she didn't finish her sentence as Terence slapped her across the face. It was the first time she'd ever been hit in her life. Bethany, in complete disbelief, lashed out at Terence with her long, clawing nails. "How dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!"

he stammered, his voice laced with reluctance. Samantha's eyes blazed with fury and disappointment. "Aiden, no! You can't give in to this blackmail!" she protested. Yasmeen's grip on the knife loosened, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Wisdom has prevailed," she declared, her eyes gleaming with victory. Estella smirked at Samantha. "Looks like I'm staying, sister," she gloated. Samantha's gaze flickered between Aiden, Yasmeen and Estella before storming up the stairs in rage.

He came harder for her with an attempt to snap off the bone of her neck, but she aimed at his eyes and hit high with her elbow using the greatest of her strength. The predator who had not expected something of such from her almost hit the ground in extreme pain, that hit him badly in a vital spot so unexpectedly. Aria took a chance at that moment and gave him a backward high kick, towards his jaw area that almost shifted the bone on the spot instantly. And next to his stomach another kick, which gave way for her victory.