Novel & Cerita Striker X Chaz

*** **** So Xavier's in again🥴🚶 Some of you liked him, some of you didn't... But let's see what he'll do...is he really nice or is he not? I like him...I mean he's hot...I could live against his muscular chest🤤 but Celeste seem to prefer Zillon's chest.... Your thoughts...your gems🥰😈✌️

"Bitch." She has gotten on his nerves. His mood turned really bad. Instead of watching the seasons, he went to the top floor of the house. He has a home gym there. He wanted to take out all of the frustration on the sand bag. Zion covered his hands with bandages and started to assault the bag. Each of his punches was harder and harsher than the previous one. He was already topless and sweat started to cover his body. His knuckles started to hurt but he ignored the pain and continued.

This new world order would start with DelaVega City. "Let stardust fall upon you all, my stepping stone," Xasha said this to himself as he activated his armor. Not one, not two, not three, but five Storm Dragons came out of the energy cores in his armor and took to the sky. Their roars reverberated throughout the city and the people screamed almost in response.

“This is not about him trying to hurt Reaper and Savage. This is about Kazik constantly trying to kill the women my men love. The bastard is out for revenge, and if he gets loose, a lot of people will suffer. How can you be so cavalier about this Decker? What if he had tried to sell your girls as sex slaves? I don’t think you’d be so laid back about him being alive then. The fact is, Kazik is a crazy mother fucker who will do and say anything to keep himself alive until he finds a way to double-cross us all. He has a quarrel against all of us, including the Confradia. What’s─” Stryker slaps his hand hard on the coffee table, making both beer bottles shake in place. “Enough, Priest! I’m telli

Xavier's fist connected to his cheek bone this time and he staggered. "I guess I've been easy on you for too long." Gina's boyfriend spat on the floor and tore his own cloth from his body. "You piece of shit!" Xavier's spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "What good is that going to do?" Xavier sent another punch to his face but just as it was about to crash on his face he held it. "Just so you know, the name's Chris." He gripped Xavier's hand tightly and sent multiple punches to the face of Xavier before throwing him against the wall.

Wild, energetic, and ready to take on the world. We continue our game and Xander the tornado really has it out for me tonight; I guess the delayed flight has fuelled his annoyance but it’s rather amusing seeing his confidence as if he can take both Sia and me single-handed, but I got to give it to the kid, he doesn’t back down. I throw another snowball at him just as Zaia opens the front door. “Come on in now, hot drinks are ready.”

He moved closer to Derrick and grab his collar. Derrick pushes him with his leg and he falls hard on the floor. “Wow, I never knew you are this agile, I just came to warn you to run away if you still wanna leave,” he said and wipe the blood from his mouth. He moved closer to Derrick and kick him hard with his leg before holding his collar. He carried him from the ground and throw him hard on the floor. Don’t be surprised Nate is a black belt and no one has ever beaten him. He is the best in what he does. He hit his leg on his mouth and Derrick fell flatly on the floor.

I keep my eyes on the road ahead, fingers loosely folded in my lap, while Xavier drives like he always does—controlled, precise, and annoyingly calm. “So,” I say after a while, just to break the silence. “Do all your family dinners end in physical combat, or was that just a special performance for me?” His lips twitch slightly. “That was unusually dramatic,” he says. “Unusually?” I glance at him. “That’s concerning.” “It’s Kendrick,” he replies. “He tends to… escalate.” “That’s one way to put it,” I mutter. Silence settles again, lighter this time. Then suddenly—

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.

“I’m dressing a footballer.” I blinked. “Like… personal stylist?” “Yes!” she squealed. “Finally! My first real life in the industry. And guess who it is!” “Oh God,” I groaned. “Don’t tell me it’s some retired uncle on crutches—” “It’s Leo.” My blood froze. I blinked. “Leo which Leo?” She narrowed her eyes, lips twitching. “Tessa. Don’t play dumb. Leo freaking Santiago.” My throat dried up. “He’s been my crush since forever,” Chloe went on, completely unaware of the emotional nuke she just dropped. “Like literal high school daydream material. And now I’m gonna be styling him. Like, physically touching his arms. His abs. Maybe his—”