Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I need something to break this door, now.” “On it, sir! Give me 3 minutes.” “I don’t have a minute.” I yelled back. Stepping backwards, I swallowed hard and then rammed my shoulder into it. It didn't budge. I gritted, biting down on my teeth as I slammed into the door again and this time, the frame splintered. On the third hit, the door broke open. I hurriedly rushed in and oh my fucking goodness. Skye lay across the bed, drenched in blood, all over her body like it was a Halloween themed party.

“How dare you?” He grabbed my hair and yanked it so hard, I screamed. He pushed me and I dropped to the floor, clutching my stomach as he gave me a very hot, resounding slap across the face. Pain exploded behind my eyes, and the taste of something metallic filled my mouth—blood. “Think you can fight me?” he snarled. Then he kicked me. Right in the stomach. I screamed so loud it shook the walls. The pain ripped through me like fire. My legs curled in. My arms wrapped around my belly as tears filled my eyes.

Mireille sneered and said, “I know Mr. Vexley is skilled, but… Raina, do you really think you can control a man like that? Maybe he’s only with you because you’re a novelty. What if he gets bored—” Slap! Before she could finish, Raina raised her hand and slapped her hard. Blood burst in Mireille’s eyes. Her expression turned red and furious. Her voice rose sharply as she screamed, “You—! You dare hit me? Raina, you bitch! You’re insane!” Raina folded her arms and smiled faintly. “Just because I didn’t hit you before doesn’t mean I never would. And if you think one slap isn’t enough, I don’t mind giving you a few more.”

"Do you really think you can get into the same college as me with your grades? Dream on! Don't think I don't know how those two buttons ended up on my school uniform!" As soon as I finished speaking, Marianne, who was slumped on the floor, got up suddenly and slapped him across the face. "Now that everything has been exposed, you're pushing all the blame onto me? You're the one who came up with this idea in the first place!" Lance kicked her down. "Nonsense! When did I ever say that? You're the one who told me to sew the buttons on her school uniform. You're the mastermind here!" "I'll kill you, Lance!" Marianne screamed.

“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.

"- You can either drive a stake through my heart or give me your blood. OH MY GOD!! , I can feel my fangs , its too late , run Claire ,RUN!" Ignoring him , I changed out of my pjs , and got ready while he was still rambling about Damon or something. I couldn't make it out. I give him a glass of water and an advil. "Here you go, sweetie. I will be back before you know it. Take care, kiddo", I said, and gave him a peck on his cheek. "Bye Claire , save the world, while I stay in this root cellar full of vervain , just like Damon was- Oh my my ! , HE IS SO FUCKING SMOKIN' HOT." A.D.h.D. is strong with this one.

“Your personal maid damaged something precious of mine. I only wish to correct her.” He looked at the vial, then at me, then back at her. For a long moment he said nothing. I waited for him to stop it. He did not. “Proceed,” he said. “But keep it brief.” The first strike landed across my shoulders. The thin fabric of my dress gave almost no protection. Pain flared sharp and immediate. I bit the inside of my cheek and stayed silent. A second strike followed, then a third. By the fifth my eyes had watered and my breath came short.

“You really don’t know how to quit.” He stepped closer. “Leave. Before I decide I’m done tolerating you.” I laughed. It tasted like blood. I walked toward him slowly. “No ‘baby’? No ‘love’? No ‘Irene’ with that smooth little drawl you always added?” He frowned. “I don’t know what you’re—” I struck. My claws drove into his chest. Deep. My arm plunged through flesh and bone until my fingers closed around something that pulsed once… then stuttered. His heart.

To leave marks that fade just in time to avoid questions. The second strike followed before I could recover, and by the third strike, my legs were trembling. Madam Istrell’s voice is calm as she recites, I am guessing that’s the protocol. “This is for forgetting your station.” Another strike. “For allowing attention you did not earn.” Strike. “For threatening palace stability and challenging hierarchy.” Strike. My vision blurs. I grit my teeth, refusing to scream. I will not give them that. By the sixth strike, something inside me cracks, not my bone or muscle; something deeper in me, and the room tilts as if I were being turned upside down.

" With each sentence, she stomped his head into the ground. Again. And again. But even that wasn't enough. She grabbed a worker's iron shovel and swung it down. The first strike landed on his forehead. When Connor looked up, there was a gaping wound on his head. Blood streamed down his face, thick and crimson. The sight was horrifying. He clenched his teeth, rage and resentment twisting his features. "If you weren't infertile, would I have had to fake anything?" he spat.