Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

"I dare you to say that word again to my face." "Don't..." The man cried out as Nikola grabbed his neck, kneeling over him, his chest pinned between Nikola's thighs. Nikola raised the ceramic plate, poised to smash it into the man's face. "You don't want to kill me, boy," the man pleaded. "Don't you know who I am?" "Nobody gives a fuck about you, Xiong. You were never relevant." He growled, raising the plate and smashing it into the man's face again and again.

He stared at the tattoo riddled brute for a while,then he said, “It’s a good thing that the DEA took down my competition, but in doing so, they also arrested my connect which has placed me in an impasse. However, I will not let this set back prevent me from maximizing the opportunity to fill the vacuum left by the Bloods. All I see at the moment is an opportunity to make more money, as there is more demand than supply at the moment, which means that customers will pay anything just to have a fix.” “You’re right boss. Our corner boys reported to me that they had twice as much buyers earlier today. The only problem is that we’re running low on product. We need to restock.”

I acted like I had plenty, but deep down, my shattered soul barely held on with duct tape. “No Playboy tonight? That’s going to be a relief,” said Luke behind my back. He stretched his arm to grab the glasses I had cleaned and placed them back on the rack. I turned around and followed him until he returned to grab some more. “What?” I replied a little defensively. “Dominic Moore,” Luke added, so I’d know who he was referring to. “What does that even mean?” I scoffed.

Raina uttered to herself he deserves it for being a jerk and a womanizer, and that is why she became the easy target of his admirer. Will she ever have a peaceful life if she will stick by his side forever? Hmm, I don't think so! This man is a very influential one so simple life is not an option at all... "What? Do you love to space out while talking to others?! Do you need treatment for that?" Xavier snaps his hands in front of her face. "You! You know what, you are the most annoying person I've ever met." She uttered while giving him a sharp stare. "At least I'm handsome!" He answered with a smirk.

X had a lot of confidence in himself, but Morris trusted in his extensive preparations to stop X from leaving. “Save me the talk.” X started his attack. The musclemen lunged toward X, and it was pure chaos. Blades flashed and clashed. Blood splattered on the floor. As X weaved through the crowd like a phantom, screams of agony followed. Miles jumped in to help without hesitation. “The cheek of you. In that case, don’t blame my people for taking this far,” Morris said, gesturing for his crew to pull the big guns. Gunshots were quickly fired.

It lodged itself between parts, and froze them in place. Even more, the force of it was powerful enough to push Mad Monk to the side, and caused him to stumble greatly. The CRACK from Xylo’s sniper cannon echoed a second later. She watched from high above, and looked down at the frenetic skirmishing below. There, her two teammates had been deeply entangled against their respective opponents and fought fiercely against them in melee. Though their fighting was incredibly furious, Xylo still found the right opportunities to strike. She shot at both Big Dorf and Mad Monk all throughout the fight at just the right opportunities, and interrupted their flow. Even if she didn’t hit them dead on, her

"Because I sure as hell knows he would rather take his own life than support a faggot son." Without hesitation, my fist flew through the air, connecting with Damario's jaw and sending him crashing into the locker. I lunged forward, ready to grab his hair and slam his face into the metal, but Damario ducked at the last second. My fist rammed into the iron locker instead, sending a searing pain through my knuckles. "Talking with your fists, huh?" Damario panted, his eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed my neck and slammed me against the hard wall. A swift kick landed in my ribs, making my breath hitch.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Utterly impatient, Moxxi leapt forward, launching a jab aimed squarely on Hal's face. Shocked, Hal only managed to dodge it by bare inches. "That was fast!" Even before he had time to compose himself, Moxxi's swiping kick followed, and Hal did not have time to dodge this time. The kick struck true. And even as Hal dropped to his knees in pain, Moxxi knocked him flat on the floor with another kick!