Strike Books In Order Novels & Stories

he ordered. There was no room to argue. I bent and grabbed the rod carefully. The heat burned even through the handle. “Heat it again,” he ordered. I did. One minute. Two. The metal glowed brighter. I turned to him. He positioned himself with his back to me.“Strike me,” he said. “Thirty-six strokes. Hard. The others were weak.” My chest tightened in shock.“You are insane,” I said. He turned his head slightly.“If you do not do it, I will do it to you until you stop breathing.”

“Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?” Red shook her head. “I don’t really know much. Whenever they’re there for the meeting, they make all the strippers and bottle girls wear these customized headphones they bring along themselves. As a stripper, you strip to whatever song you can hear through the headphones. As a bottle girl, you have loud music playing. Whenever they want a bottle, your music stops, you get the orders, and then your music automatically comes back on. I don’t know why they do it, but there’s no way you can hear or see anything even if you’re right in front of them stripping. They’re so organized and don’t make too much noise.”

My popularity and reputation skyrocketed, too. Half a year later, a car barreled in our direction as Verona and I were returning from a banquet. Our driver was skilled enough to dodge it in time, but the car crashed straight into a streetlight and burst into flames. They managed to drag the driver out of the car, and who else could it have been other than Samantha? Her legs were crippled from her knees downward, and her face was scorched black with flame. The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing.

A faint chuckle escaped the stranger. "I expected that answer." Finally... His gaze rested on Beauty. For a heartbeat, something unreadable flickered across his face. Curiosity. Respect. Perhaps even pity. "So..." "The last Ashbourne." Beauty held his stare. "Who are you?" The man bowed with exaggerated elegance. "My name is Victor." "I represent the Eclipse Order." The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop. Beauty remembered Aldric's warning. They want your blood. Victor smiled as though reading her thoughts.

But his son’s assault was only just beginning. “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam*

"Don't want me to touch it? Nah, I'm gonna step on it!" Elena stomped on that apple pie and crushed it with her foot. Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes. In the heat of the moment, she bit Elena on the ankle. As pain shot through Elena's body, she ordered her maids to lift Brianna off the ground by the collar just like how one would carry a puppy. "You little brat! How dare you bite me?" Elena reached out for a riding crop and repeatedly whipped Brianna with it. Brianna's stained dress immediately tore apart from the impact. Blood oozed out from the whip marks on her skin.

he asks. I shake my head once. “No.” I move first this time. The strike I throw forces him to step back quickly, sand spraying under his boots. He blocks it, but I follow with another swing and another, pushing him across the circle until his back almost hits the wooden post. “Think,” I tell him. “Don’t just swing.” Micah bares his teeth. “Maybe I like swinging.” He throws a reckless strike toward my ribs. I catch it easily. Then I twist the blade out of his grip.

I do not put the chamber down. The strike he throws is a Hermetic offensive ward, the compressed energy type that the Order uses in facility security, and it is aimed at the chamber and it hits me instead because I turn my body between the strike and the chamber and the hit lands across my left side, which is the specific searing quality of Hermetic offensive energy, and it burns through the left side of my ribs and into the muscle beneath and I feel the damage as information rather than sensation in the first seconds, which is how the body manages large damage in the moment of it, which is by giving you the time you need to act before it gives you the pain.

I see a pretty nasty bruise on his left rib cage and a few other ones in random spots on his torso. “Alright boys, no serious injuries. Got it?” We both nod and Striker takes a stance with his left foot back. Either he’s a lefty or he’s protecting his sore ribs. I match his stance. I can fight both ways just fine. I wait for him to throw the first punch. I’m patient.

"Are you kidding me? I hate her more than anything!" I heard a loud punch hitting the wall. "From now on, don't act without my orders. Got it?" Right after that, he walked in. I didn't have time to shut my eyes, and we locked eyes instantly. His face instantly went pale. "You heard everything?"