Strike Three Novels & Stories

“You need to break that nervous habit.” “I know,” she replied, now sitting on her hands. Sarah was busy doing searches on her phone, while Laura waited quietly. She was certain whatever they would learn would only scare her off more. “Aha!” Sarah said. “Get a load of this. Angelo Tsarkopolis was one of New York City’s Most Eligible Bachelors three years ago.” She looked at Laura. “Boy, you do know how to pick them!” “I didn’t pick him. My coffee did. And this only freaks me out even more.”

CAROLINE Maverick Thompson and I have been best friends since the day he kicked his soccer ball right into my face in third grade. I remember everything about that day. The way the ball hit me so hard my glasses flew off and shattered on the concrete. The blood pouring from my nose and how Maverick cried harder than I did, even though I was the one bleeding. We sat together in the nurse's office while she cleaned my face and called our parents. That's when we made the three rules.

“It’ll be pretty late by the time you’re done. Come over tomorrow, get an early night’s rest. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Alright.” He received a message from Henry upon his arrival at the office: ‘It’s done, sir. I sent someone to teach him a lesson. He’s sworn never to ask you for money again. If it ever happens again, I’ll deal with him for you.’ He smirked and put his phone aside. He had to resort to ruthlessness in the end. Three strikes, and you’re out. He would only show leniency twice.

Kirou stayed like that until his health and mana were back to full, after which he looked up the skill he created a while back while fighting the frogs but never bothered to check out until now. Skill: Triple Strike Skill Level: 1/3 Rank: A (S at max) Cost: 40 MP Skill Creator/Generator: Kirou Description: This skill allows the user to deal three strikes superimposed into one which deals 400% of the user's attack on a target. Has a 50% chance to crit when used on soft areas/weak points and has a 5% to inflict bleed on the target. Looking at the skill, Kirou couldn't help but wonder about the changes the skill he created has in comparison to the one he used in his past life.

“Haha! Kid, glad that you are aware of this. Then, tell me, how are we going to fight against each other?” “My suggestion is that we give each other three strikes. Then, we shall see who falls after the three strikes! Well, you can certainly refuse my suggestion since you are the one who has the say now!” said Gerald. “Very well, kid. Are you trying to provoke me? Nevertheless, my son is already half-dead after being beaten by you. No matter how eloquent you are today, you won’t be able to escape death! However, I can see that you have a unique spiritual essence. If I can get your spiritual essence and use it on my son, it will not be a bad remedy to treat his injury! Since that is the case,

It was a submission game I had once taught Derrick—a structure where a wife obediently followed her husband’s instructions with disciplined trust and control. Now, hearing it in his voice instead of mine made something in my chest tighten. I stood up before him, trying to look smug, as if that alone might make him reconsider. “Don’t look at me,” he said quickly, almost defensive. “It was you who came up with the rules and the game.” “But I’d be late, Derrick,” I said, softening my voice into a plea. “Can’t we do this another time? Maybe tonight, honey?” “Mmh.” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “You report to work at nine-thirty, and from here to your office is barely an hour’s dr

The sting was sharp, but Damien ignored it, shifting his weight as another strike came from behind. He ducked low, feeling the rush of air above him, then drove his shoulder back into the attacker’s chest. The impact knocked the man off balance. Damien turned into it, catching him by the collar and slamming him hard against a nearby tree. The bark cracked under the force, and before the man could recover, Damien drove his fist into his throat. The man dropped dead instantly. So that left…three. 3 v 1..those weren’t bad odds. The others continue to maintain the same tactic. Just forming a circle and closing in slowly.

For that, I'd give this five stars. Person 3: I was so committed into moving on so I installed this application for a good time. I didn't expect for me to meet the love of my life here. We dated for couple of months and met in real life. Now we are getting married! I awed. That's really a good review. I'm happy for whoever this couple is, they deserve this kind of love and happiness. And I think they just inspired me to have some good time as well. It's just harmless flirting anyway, I think I could go on with that. No commitments, no strings attached, will never have feelings for anyone in this place.

After catching my husband, Jaxson Larkin, cheating on me for the third time, I end up developing aphasia. Out of guilt, Jaxson spends a month teaching me to communicate using "One" and "Two". "One" means yes, and "Two" means no. No matter what Jaxson says to me, as long as it involves Sasha Fuller, I only answer with "One". When he says Sasha is in poor health and wants to borrow the amulet that my mother left behind to bring me blessings, I answer "One" without hesitation. When he says he wants to postpone our wedding anniversary to celebrate Sasha's birthday, I reply with "One". Even when he brings a pregnant Sasha into our home, I still answer with "One". I even thoughtfully pack

A third time, every strike fueled by a thirst for revenge, and the urge to totally obliterate him. He tried to counter my strikes by swinging back wildly, but I just ducked under it, my knuckles raking across his ribs in a sharp hook that sends him crashing to the ground. I followed it up with a kick to his head, the loud sound of his skull cracking against the concrete exhilarating. Damn, I needed this. I blew out a breath, my chest heaving as I watched him try to crawl away from me, his blood dripping all over his face. He looked pathetic.