Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

Before Xavier returned, Sky threatened the landlord to give him the keys so that he could barge in. When Xavier arrived, he found Sky lying on his bed leisurely while talking to a woman on video call. Meanwhile, Zack was sitting at the side, crossing his arms with a furious expression. The moment he entered, Zack rushed forward and slapped Xavier harshly across the face. Xavier didn't manage to dodge quickly enough. That wasn't all. He hadn't eaten all night. He heard a buzzing in his ears and staggered backward until his back hit the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

Dakota Then came the first strike, yanking me straight back into my body, right into his hands. The crop cracked across my ass and holy hell, it lit me the fuck up—sharp and mean and perfect. I gasped, body jolting, thighs trying to clamp shut around his hand on instinct, but they were strapped around the sawhorse. “That’s the game,” Xavier said. His fingers never stopped moving—slipping in and out of me like he had all the time in the world. “You get close, you get corrected.”

“And what the fuck are you even doing here? Did Chad sent you here to beat the shit out of me too? Well, guess what, Zach? I’m pretty much beaten up already, you might as well kill me.” “No, I-I came here because I really want to help you. I felt really bad that I don’t have any power over that situation. I’m sorry that Chad did that to you. He’s really an asshole and if he’s not our coach’s son, I would have personally kicked his ass.” Zach went on. “Whatever. My date was already ruined; all credits goes to that jerk. I hope he gets hit by truck or drown in a swimming pool.” “Wait, so you are actually with Xavier?” Zach muttered and that’s the only time that I realized I slipped but who giv

Xander repeated with a blank expression as he continued to stare at the dance floor making the seductive smile on the woman's face fall before she turned to pour him a glass of whiskey. "Bro... You gotta be nice to the chicks," Zion laughed when the woman walked away with a sour expression. "Shut up," Xander grunted as he sipped on his whiskey, his blue eyes scanning the club. "What's up bro?" a very cheerful voice called from the stool behind Zion. "Hey," Xander greeted Enzo who was in a blue short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that reaches above his ankles, and a pair of white Mike sneakers, his right wrist adorned with black bracelets.