Striker Fanart Novels & Stories

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

Was he really thinking I was buying his bullshit? “ Anna I swear it’s not what you think… calm down babe,” he said trying to touch my arm but I smacked it off and turned around, and walked to the door. I felt him hug me from behind as I held the doorknob muttering stupid explainanatons, I immediately pushed him away and hit him across his face as I yelled “Don’t fucking touch me” He held the spot I hit me and looked me straight in the eye, he wasn’t being apologetic anymore as he took a few steps toward me, wait was he seriously glaring at me right now?

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”

I huffed and sat on a little bench in the center of the large room. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length, three-sided mirror at the end of the room and sighed deeper. I looked like a stripper. Pushed up cleavage, tiny panty, and that damn purple stripe in my damp hair. I even had a stripper name; Twilight Princess. All I needed was a pole. I searched the room thoughtfully but there were no vertical poles to be found, all of them were horizontal.

"I can't believe you're still being so delusional even when you're barely alive, Suzanna—just focus on staying alive instead! "Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your lousy parents—I'll show you what it's like to be respectful of others!" One of them started breaking the tendons in my arm, while the other continued to kick at me. Pain shot through my entire body, and I struggled to back off. However, Larry pinned me down with a vicious stare before slapping me. He spat, "How dare you try to run! I'll make sure you pay for the wounds your men inflicted on Ms. Cindy! You'd better stay here and endure the beating!"

It was after 10 mins when I realised that I need to start a conversation. I turned my face towards the kid and said,"hey sweetie , what's your name?" She smiled and said," Hey, I am Sara and you?" I replied,"I am Claire , so what are you gonna sing?" She replied,"teardrops on my guitar by Taylor swift". She was gonna say something more when a lady with long brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s came and scolded the child and said,"I told you not to speak with strangers. she is a stranger , do you seriously want to mess up your competition?"

Because he looked amused. "I see the Crimson Fang Alpha still prefers introductions with weapons." Marcus frowned. "You know me?" "I know all of you." His silver eyes swept across the group. "Gabriel Silver Moon." "The noble diplomat." "Marcus Crimson Fang." "The warrior who trusts his fists more than his mind." Then his gaze settled on Alex. "Alexander Ashford." "The billionaire who inherited an empire built on secrets." Alex's jaw tightened. "You've mistaken me for someone who cares what you think." A faint chuckle escaped the stranger.

He had been at Lucian’s side too long to fear him, though even now, standing this close to his Alpha’s fury felt like standing before a storm about to break. Lucian rose to his full height, water dripping from his fingers like fresh blood. His coat was torn at the edges, his dark hair damp from rain and sweat, his breath ragged. “Every den, every camp, every whisper — I will scour it. Do you hear me? I will rip open this world stone by stone until I drag her back.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “And what will be left of Stormfang when you’re done?” Lucian’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “Stormfang exists because I keep it breathing. They will endure. They have no choice.”

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.