Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

“Dominic does.” The slap came so fast I barely saw it. Pain burst across my cheek and my head snapped sideways. “You asshole!” I shouted. “Don’t touch me!” “Oh, trust me,” Xander said darkly, gripping me harder. “I’m gonna do a lot more than touch you.” “Fuck you!” I spit directly into his face. Everything around us went still. For one second, Xander just stared at me in shock. Then another sound broke through the silence. A struggle.

Usually both. "So," Xavier started, a teasing grin spreading across his face like he'd just uncovered the world's greatest secret, "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say this is all because of that stripper. Am I right? You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Something hot and protective flared in my chest. "You better stop it right there," I snapped, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. The words cracked like a whip across the empty space between us. "Don't call her that. She's not a stripper."

“Gregory and my mate will meet us at the border.” I was cautious, following just a few strides behind. We were within the quadrants that Derek’s chosen men ran patrols, and he smelled just enough like a rogue that I figured we would be targeted. The fact that I felt no other presence made me worry he was actually working for Cold Moon and this was all an elaborate ruse. “I’m Chandler,” he told me as we walked. “Descending from one of the true lines of Wulvers. You’ll meet my mate soon, but she’s a rogue. That’s where you’re picking up on the smell from.”

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.

Ace started, cocking a brow at Zach like he was mentally measuring bicep circumference and background-check credentials all at once, “besides the hero routine and the towel-folding, what’s your story, man?” Zach’s mouth quirked in mild amusement, completely unbothered. “Zach Dayton. Firehouse Nine. Just trying to help.” “That’s convenient,” Ace mused, crossing his arms again. “Good Samaritan with abs shows up, sticks around, impresses the cat…” “Spitfire bit you,” I reminded him, folding my arms tighter, cheeks heating. Ace shrugged, totally unfazed by the warning nip from my hormonal, overprotective cat. “She was testing boundaries. Happens to the best of us.”

Xavier patted Sahir's back and hugged him. "Your jet will be ready in an hour and if you need anything, I'm one call away" Xavier looked at Sahir. He pulled out his cigar and Xavier lits it. The day Zoya went away from him, he couldn't control his emotions. He started smoking & drinking a lot to keep his emotions in control. The temper within him made him the open bull of the ring. He became crueler and this time he has not any fear of hiding his identity like before. He looked so ready for the war.

I chimed. Striker’s eyebrows shot to his forehead. “ You are some foreign kind. Do you really think you can beat him? He is a monster when he is angry. It’s rare and…it’s terrible. So lay low, and stay behind me whenever he is around. ” I rolled my eyes, huffing. “ you don’t know me yet! ” “ That’s right. ” Striker nodded. I yelped as his arms came around my waist and picked me up before dropping me over his shoulder.

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”

Chris was getting frustrated, and his speech became incoherent. Zachary couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand and delivered a punch straight to Chris' nose, cursing through clenched teeth. "Zara, you're actually letting your brother curse at me," Chris said. Zachary smirked before moving in and kicked him while he was down. "What's wrong with that? Did it hit a nerve? Or are you having trouble remembering? If you have trouble, I can carve it into your tombstone." Zachary was a long-distance runner and had learned martial arts before.

He was helpless now, she banged her fists against the wall, screaming at her as he said, “ Tell me, who fucks better?” This was the final straw, I didn't see when she moved her hands and gave him a smack across the face but I heard the crisp sound and I saw how he moved backwards with a shocked look on his face, holding the side of his face. She raised her fingers, looking at him with an angry look, about to swear at him when he raised a fist, about to hit her but Stefano who had been standing by the corner flew over, He had his hands on Enzo's, he twisted his hands backwards before he sent him a kick that led him to fly backwards. It was no joke, saying,