Novel & Cerita Striker X Moxxie

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.

she assured them. Moxie shrugged “maybe the assassin got you pregnant already, dude moves fast on the battlefield and in the bedroom” the sound of Moxie’s laughter hung solo in the air as Mj blushed and tried to hide the color change in her face by ducking her head while Jay slapped Moxie in the back of the head.//

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

Roslyn stared at the big man while looking truly upset. Maverick shrugged. Paige stepped back from Maverick and placed her hands on her hips. “Just tell me you were not right out in the open like that?” “I wasn’t. I swear,” Maverick defended. Monster couldn’t wait for revenge as he blurted out, “He was stepping up to SUVs that had live shooters in them while lobbing grenades!” “Tattler.” Maverick glared at him. Shyla stared at Greer. “A missile? Grenades?” she asked.

The man, who till now, still stared at her intensely, silently peeling off every layer of clothing she had on. “Aaron DeMarque, lovely to meet you,” Sienna said, a strained smile on her face. _______

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

"Gosh, I've been a fan of Samantha for three years, and I've only just realized how much of a b*tch she is! She's probably just mad that her fans are interested in someone else now!" "What was her role for this shoot again? A general? With those scrawny arms of hers?" And so, a real-life fan war started amongst these fans, and Verona helped me leave the scene. I was close to getting in the car before I saw Zephyr coming down from a car nearby and walking toward my direction. Before he could get to me, I immediately got in the car, and Verona drove me away from the site. Later on that day, I ended up going viral on social media.

Don't judge. "Go ahead" Vincenzo says smirking. I look at Liam to see his hands covering his eyes, "I don't mind babe" is what Xavier says looking interested. Vincenzo takes out his gun pointing it at Xavier. "Its loaded" he says carelessly. I look at the gun my excitement coming back to me. " OH MY GOD! IS THAT A DESERT EAGLE MARK XIX?!!" I suddenly shout going towards Vincenzo.

"Finish it!" Master Moony's body erupted with extreme energy, resembling red-hot iron. His skin turned to ash as he surged toward Alexander, enveloped in electric arcs. He went all out for the strike. Employing the Mountain Shatter move in the Flowering Strike Technique, Alexander invoked his strongest killing move. Flames engulfed his body, shaping a giant sword silhouette. The collision of their attacks sent them staggering apart. Alexander bore a shallow wound, roasted dry by the intense heat while Master Moony's shoulder sported a fist-sized hole.

Around them, murmurs swelled like rising water. “Did he punch him? What happened? Oh my God, the Moores are fighting… with their employee.” Ava pushed her chair back, heart pounding. “Stop. Both of you. People are staring.” Xander didn’t look away from Tristan, not once. “You’re lucky,” he said, voice thick with barely contained fury, “that table got in the way.” Tristan raised an eyebrow, cool but not careless. “No,” he replied softly, “you’re lucky you aimed for the table.”