Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For every strike she delivered, they responded with calculated precision. I held on to my ribs that were bleeding and forced myself to stand up but my legs refused to listen. I started feeling dizzy as I kept watching the struggle between Lydia, Damon and Sebastian. Sebastian made for Lydia, shifting slightly and clawed at her shoulders. She hissed in fury, flinging a burst of magic at him, but Damon was already there, striking her from the other side. Their coordination was flawless, and it became clear they were overpowering her.

The twenty- first strike was the most brutal, I could have sworn his palm was made out of flames, I was now extremely sore and tears had long stained my cheeks and flowed freely from my eyes, but this was the most aroused I had ever been. A thunderous growl sourced from the depths of his being rumbled in his chest and I cried out softly when he roughly groped my ass. "Start from the beginning." He ordered in the most frigid tone, and I knew that he was going to leave me sore and unable to sit for days. Whimpering, I began counting again and somehow managed to make it to thirty. I anticipated the thirty first strike, but much to my bewilderment, I felt his hand slip between my thighs and his

Please don’t tell me she cried over some boring news about them. “I’m not really interested if it’s not Garrick Glinson.” Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her. She pouted and slightly slapped my shoulder. “Why are you so fixated on Garrick in the first place? I understand he’s a soccer player. No one, however, could equal Knox Carly’s abilities. He’s the greatest!” I snorted as she stressed the final two syllables. She rolled her eyes when she saw my look “What the hell. It has to do with Garrick. Have you heard about the rumor of a divorce and a hidden son?” That sparked my curiosity.

Can you come get him out of here? Elizabeth: [No.] Malcolm: [Lizzy, please! If I manage to get him to leave, can I take him to your apartment? There’s already a horde of paparazzi waiting outside the club.] Elizabeth: [Again, no. Like he said, he’s a grown man. He chose to do this. Let the stripper take him home.] Malcolm didn’t attempt to plead with me after that. He knew from the past that when I said no, I meant it. Ashton had dug his own grave tonight, and I wasn’t about to rescue him from his poor decisions. He clearly needs to learn things the hard way.

However, he mustered his strength to fight back, desperately trying to break free. She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She then grabbed a rock and hurled it down at him. My heart ached as I saw the way Mark's head bled from the blow. I yelled, "He's Jared's older brother! Aren't you afraid Jared would come after you if you hurt him?"

I spat at her, and she crossed her arms, the smile on her face forceful. "I want you to be mine. We had something special. I want to be by your side as your mate", she says. "I have a mate, I dont need you," I told her coldly. "You haven't even made that bitch your Luna. Let me be"......she stopped talking as I had her on the ground kneeling with my hand around her throat. Strike had pushed forward and fused with me.

The hesitation between them carried more weight than any strike could. “Why do you insist on making things so difficult?” he asked quietly. “Do you have any idea how many women would beg for my attention?” His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back until her neck strained. Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to look away. “Behave,” he murmured. Something in her fractured not loudly, not dramatically. Just enough. She spat at him. The silence that followed was brief. He struck her without warning. Pain exploded across her face brutally, blinding, stealing the breath from her lungs and the strength from her knees. The world reeled violently, walls tilting as darkness bled i

"Or we start over." The sixth strike made her cry out, tears pricking at her eyes. Not in pain but excitement. "Six! Thank you, Sir." Seven and eight came in quick succession, leaving her gasping for breath, her ass burning deliciously. "Nine," she choked out after a particularly hard slap. "Thank you, Sir." Before the final strike, Grayson paused, his fingers trailing over her reddened skin. "Your ass is such a beautiful shade of pink," he murmured. "Almost as pretty as how wet you are for me."

she starts. POW. My hand strikes her face. She freezes, and staggered backwards. Shock and hurt flashed across her face. She swallows hard. "How dare you?" she breathed heavily. POW. Another slap. She licks the split of her lip; I couldn't hide the dark satisfaction in my eyes, then I heard it. Sharp footsteps approaching.... I stormed for the door, more for show than flight, dramatic...just enough to punish her.. Mira stared in horror. I flinged myself out, shoulder ramming the door until it breaks. I land hard on the cold floor. A smile curls my lips but Mira's expression collapses into disbelief.

“I can’t leave you here in the hands of this monster.” Something within me snaps. I don’t know which was the final straw. It could have been being told what to do by my family yet again, or maybe it is the fact that she has insulted Gaven. Whatever the reason, my hand moves faster than my brain, and I slap Grace across the cheek. I strike her with a force that I didn’t know I had. She stumbles back dramatically before falling to the ground, clutching her face. I stand in shock. My eyes widen, and my mouth agape at what I have just done.