Strike Three Novels & Stories

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

“Fifteen strikes each with the switch and cane should be enough.” I groan as he leaves me to collect the switch. The strikes are hard and painful but strangely all thirty are over more quickly than I had anticipated. When his bare hand touches my back lightly I jerk awake from the sort of trans I usually fall into when the punishments are severe and I groan again.

“Such a perfect mate.” Cass’s thrusts grew frantic. “I can’t hold back… I need to mark you too.” He leaned over my back, his teeth sinking into the right side of my neck, adding the third distinct mark right beside the others. The triple claiming sent me over the edge again. I came with a muffled scream around Kael’s cock as Cass knotted deep inside me and filled me with rope after rope of his hot cum. “I love you, Sage. We all do. You belong to us now.”

I stepped toward him, anger boiling over. However, before I could get close, Nancy blocked my path. "Joshua, are you done making a scene? If you're not, you can keep going, but we're leaving." She yanked off her black mourning dress and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. As Gilbert walked past, he deliberately stepped on it, then glanced back at me, his eyes full of open provocation. My whole body trembled. The next second, I lunged forward and drove my fist straight into his face.

His mouth stretched into a huge grin. Three fingers. With a little wave, he called my bluff. Strike Five. Only I wasn't bluffing. I darted in. Bitch was about to get laid out.

Guess I'll just tell Priscilla when this is all over and well behind us. * ^ * ^ * ^ * I've only just gotten out of the shower when I get a call from Bru. Wiping my long mane with a towel, I pick up. "Hello?" "Hey, Gerr. Keith told me. About Smith," she says, "how are you holding up?" "I don't know," I tell her truthfully, because on the one hand I'm relieved we finally know who the stalker is, so the potential danger Cilla was in is gone now. But then, on the other hand...

A hidden mechanism clicked. The floor trembled. A section of the stone wall slowly slid open. Beyond it lay another chamber. Smaller. Untouched by time. In its center stood a stone pedestal. Upon it rested a single wooden box. Beauty approached cautiously. The moment her fingers touched the lid... It opened by itself. Inside lay three objects. A silver dagger. An old family seal. And another letter. This one bore only three words. For My Granddaughter. Beauty's hands trembled. She unfolded it carefully.

Hard enough to make her cry out. "Count them," he ordered. She refused. He hit harder. "Count. Them." "Fuck you," she gasped. He laughed. Grabbed something from his nightstand. A riding crop. Thin, flexible, vicious. The first strike across her back made her scream. "One," Dante said. "Since you won't." Strike. Her ass. Fire spreading across her skin. "Two." Strike. Her thighs. "Three." He went methodically. Ten strikes. Twenty. Thirty. Each one precise, calculated to cause maximum pain without breaking skin.

"Now you all should be on your knees" "Yes ma'am" they chorused as they all knelt down. "Noe Irene please make this look like you just took advantage of your enemy's weakness, hold out his left hand, take a deep breath and loosen yourself moving all your strength to these two fingers, you have three strikes, one on his forehead, his shoulders and his neck which would decapitate your opponent to a point where he's subconscious or rather unconscious. Watch this" Emily uttered as she made the three strikes so fast that it was hard to dictate where she had her first strike, staring at the maid as she fell to the ground. She was decapitated as Emily said earlier, this was thrilling and very excit