Strike Three Novels & Stories

I got a strike one for that, three strikes and it's over Felix knees. I do my best to avoid going there, but sometimes I'm doomed to have a run over his knees. As the day passed most of the littles had to take naps, I also had to note which one did and which one gave their trainers hard time. It's just data collecting but tell my tired brain that's easy to do, and that's how I earned my strike two from another trainer, he said I even need a nap with the other littles with how fussy I'm being.

"I wonder what Chase would say if he will learn that his rival is very effective in protecting the love of his life.The sister take turns in teasing their sister, another way of showing how grateful and happy they are yo be reunited with her. "Okay! Enough now. Do you know what are we going to dowith this gem stone?" Brianna steer the conversation. "Gather all of them you will need it later." The triplets turn their to the newcomer. Brianna and Cassie was surprised .

A human, walking on the same sidewalk as ghouls and vampires, not an ounce of fear in him just to make sure I was safe from all those things that go bump in the night. He talked to Bruno about his kids, helped Ros set up his equipment in the booth, and the more kindness he showed—to everyone or everything—the more I— "Shit," I mumbled. "Fucking shit" Don't fall for clients—the number one rule of Nines and most strip joints across the globe. It never ended well for the strippers, and I'd broken it without even trying. "Veronica…"

I simply replied, "Do you know how much Oliver is giving me? 100%—everything he has." Connor fell silent. I didn't know what he was planning, but after a long time, he sent me a revised contract. It stated that I would receive 80% of the profits after company costs. He wrote, "Averie, I was wrong. Please come back." It was the kind of genuine plea I had waited so many years for. Unfortunately for him, I no longer wanted it. I ignored Connor, but then Esther called me. She barked, "Averie, how are you still stirring trouble even after divorcing Connor? Faye is already pregnant with Connor's child—it's a boy! So stop trying to break them up!"

Reason for Trist to strike his desk to Clement's surprise. "Who's going to follow this, Clement?!" Trist shouted. Clement's eyes widened. "Even if you just respect our friends, they sacrificed their lives to finish this game," Trist stressed. "I can't accept what you want, Clement!" Pointed it with the index finger. "They started so we should just finish it." "Trist," Clement's narrowed eyes stared at Trist. "It really doesn't seem like you are." Clement said, shaking his head in disappointed.

“Also, it seems Patrick and his son, Hector, are dead as well. “As for Tre-strike… If he comes to Clouspring to avenge his brother, there’s no telling who’s going to walk out of the fight alive.” “That can’t be possible, right? You’ve overestimated Kayson, Father.” Hogan could not refrain himself from querying, “Tre-strike has been growing more and more powerful over the past decade, and no one can survive a third strike from him.” “Go and do it when I order you to do something. Stop talking nonsense!” Bradley said sternly, “Even though you’re the patriarch of the family, I believe that I still haven’t lost all my authority in speech, right?”

“Yeah, I had to take Oreo for a walk, first.” “I see.” She looked down thinking how she needed to tell him what was going on at school. “We could’ve walked him together.” “Maybe, but he’s a pit bull and most people are afraid of him. Besides he doesn’t like strangers either.” “Then maybe you should bring me around more so I’m not a stranger.” “Good point. What do you want to do?” “I don’t know? Talk maybe. I mean I need to tell you some things anyway.” “You mean about how you have three boyfriends?”

* "Three. I'm sorry, Damian." He didn't rush. He paced each strike with a slow, agonizing precision, letting the sting marinate, letting the heat build between us until my entire lower body felt alive, pulsing with a deep, desperate ache. By the time he hit the eighth and ninth strikes, my voice was a broken, breathless whisper, completely surrendered to the rhythm of his command. *Smack.* The tenth strike connected, the loudest and heaviest of them all, sending a final, blinding wave of heat straight through my pelvis.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Nancy’s POV The blindfold stayed on. I lay in the aftermath, my body humming, Jake’s cum still warm inside me. Nathan’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. The fire crackled. The silence was thick, comfortable, but I knew better than to let my guard down. “Three strikes,” Jake said, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “You’ve used two. One remains.” I nodded, my throat still raw. I didn’t dare speak. “The next time you break a rule,” he continued, “you’ll be punished. And the punishment will not be gentle. It will be public.”