Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"No. I want more. More than just leaving the marriage. I want my company to be successful, rich, and clean." A cough erupted from my weakened body, and Alex grinned, saying, "I like this part of you. Making your company have all that it needs. It's not a hard thing. I am glad you have decided to join my crew. Do we have a deal?" I adjusted my restrained body on the chair, scoffed, then laughed. "Fuck you. I would never betray my husband. You want to get into his mafia, go find another pawn, you dumb rat." The room echoed with my defiance, but it was met with a resounding slap that turned my face to the right. Pain radiated through my jaw, and I coughed out blood as my teeth jammed against th

Small but solid. “Ten strikes,” he tells me. “You’re going to count them. Thank me for each one. And when we’re done, you’ll have bruises that last for days. Every time you sit down, every time you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you’ll remember that you belong to me.” I bend over the table without being told. The first strike lands with a crack that echoes through the room. "One!" I gasp. “Thank you, sir!” He waits. Lets the sting build. Then –

“What’s wrong?” The woman took the chance the chance to start sniffling and crying. “She raised her hand to me.” Demi looked at the woman with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” her hand was still on her cheek. “You freaking hit me!” Mitchel didn’t want to hear anything else from her. He raised his hand and slapped her across the other cheek. “Shut up. She’s your new mom. So, you’ll listen to her and do as she say.”

Elise yelled, storming toward Athena. Her heart pounded as rage consumed her. She couldn’t let this woman taint her grandfather’s memory. Not after everything she had sacrificed. “Eli, i warned you!” Before she could grab Athena, Lucas' hand shot out, yanking her arm. His slap came fast and hard, sending her stumbling. Her heel caught the edge of the stair, and she tumbled down, pain shooting through her body with every step. She landed on the cold tile floor, her head striking something sharp. A sickening crack echoed in her ears.

“Strike.” I hesitated. His golden eyes narrowed. “Strike me.” I swung, clumsy, too slow. He knocked the blade from my grip with a twist of his wrist, sending it clattering into the dirt. “Pathetic.” His voice was a growl, but not cruel. Sharpening. “Pick it up.” I did. My palms burned. My heart thundered. I swung again, harder, angrier. He blocked, shoved me back, his strength like stone.

A heavy slap landed out her right cheeks earing a shrike from her Just like the first time,he turned her over and penetrated again But this time, more violently than the other

So I paste a smile on my face and bend down. When i reach a hand in and pull the file out, I realise it's stuck. The fuck? I yank on it once, but to no avail- I feel Ruben's leg grazing my thigh, and immediately shoot back up. "Thefile'sstuck." He laughs, but it's wolfish. A chill runs down my spine. "Try again, sweetheart." I swear my jaw's ticking when he says that, a challenging spark in his eyes. I hate this.

“I’ll take you to the hospital, okay?” Stepping forward, he gently wiped the dust off her chin. “It’s my fault for not waiting for you last night.” Disbelief flashed in her eyes, before they brimmed with cold tears. “Are you crazy?” she gritted out. “Can't you see the truth?” “You are the only crazy person here, Stupid Girl!” Vera boasted. “Tomorrow, you'll lie that someone stabbed you with a knife-” “Mum, quit it!” Liam shot her a look. “You can all disperse,” he ordered the servants, who all walked away.

They flashed hotel room cards or tried to paw him as they attempted to slip him their cell numbers for a future tryst while their husbands or boyfriends weren’t around. He kept thinking of Laura. He replayed their intimate moments from earlier over and over in his head. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be close to her. He wanted the ball to end and to just crawl back into bed next to her. She was a breath of fresh air in what was turning into a carnal, booze-soaked carnival. The final straw for Angelo came when he was ambushed him coming out of the men’s room. “Hey there,” Raquel said, startling him.

He released her hair and slapped her directly across the face. The strike was brutal and completely devoid of mercy. The sharp crack echoed in the shadows, hidden from the pack below by the ambient noise of their mourning. Dreda’s head snapped to the side, and she collapsed to her knees on the cold stone porch, a fresh line of bright red blood leaking from her split lip.