Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

He thought. Xander's eyes darted around the crowd, his eyes going wide, spotting a particular chocolate-haired brunette. His gaze flickered, and the anger and rage he had been keeping in exploded. He stormed through the crowd, not giving a fuck about anyone. "What are you doing here, jerk?!" He barked at Skyler, throwing a punch at him. Skyler's teeth gritted; he was here to pay his last respects but didn't expect to get into a fight.

It stands for: 'Mysterious Demon'. "No one gives a fuck, Demon" Xavier replies, indifferent to my entrance. Xavier, is my trainer, my friend, my father figure, and most importantly, he's the world's strongest street fighter, my rival. We work as a team outside of the ring but are ready to kill each other inside the ring.

Liam boasted proudly, "See that? Zara can perform the Melodic Strike at such a young age. Can you do that? If not, then just leave already!" Felix frowned, finding Liam's constant flattery extremely irritating. He didn't bother to waste another word. With a flick of his hand, he also sent out a silver needle, producing the same clear, resonating sound. This time, Liam's expression changed. He hadn't expected Felix to be capable of making the needle sing too. Still, Zara remained calm, her expression unchanged. She simply said, "Besides me, you're the third person among us nine who can perform the Melodic Strike. Let's continue!"

Then, with explosive speed, he charges, aiming to overpower her and end the fight quickly. But Zahra? She moves like lightning. In a blur, she dodges to the side, avoiding his charge with ease, and lands a brutal kick to his knee as he passes her. Jaxx stumbles, letting out a grunt of pain. That’s rare for him, a chink in the armour. He spins, his expression dark with anger, and launches into an onslaught of punches, each one aimed to take her down hard.

I see a pretty nasty bruise on his left rib cage and a few other ones in random spots on his torso. “Alright boys, no serious injuries. Got it?” We both nod and Striker takes a stance with his left foot back. Either he’s a lefty or he’s protecting his sore ribs. I match his stance. I can fight both ways just fine. I wait for him to throw the first punch. I’m patient.

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

She was a stripper after all, her big eyes were perfectly accented by high cheekbones, and her plump, pouty lips were begging to be kissed. He wasn’t blind; he could appreciate beauty in all forms. But he hadn’t been this attracted to another person since Piper and that scared the hell out of him. Realizing that no words had passed between them and it had been a least sixty seconds since she entered, Chaz finally cleared his throat and attempted to cut the tension. “Good to see you again,” he said in his most professional tone, the one that didn’t reveal how turned on he was. “What brings you in today?”

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.

“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.