Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

I’m already wet before I see the billboard, which is inconvenient because I’m in traffic on Morrison and Third with cold coffee in the cupholder and my thighs have no business pressing together in a Honda Civic at eleven in the morning on a Tuesday. But there he is. Sixty feet of jaw towering above the intersection. The scar through his eyebrow smoothed by whatever digital tool Nike’s production team uses to turn damage into aspiration. MADDOX stamped across the bottom in block letters like a warning label for a product that ruins lives.

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. _______

The Xuexiao Group's sniper fight had officially begun! The storm was coming!

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

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.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

"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.”

Emily's existence in my life will keep on taunting me and it's not something I can handle. “I will get going, Rylan. You two aren't helping." I said standing up but the two dick heads only shook their heads. “I can call one of the girls to satisfy you. We can see your bulge, Liam." Maddox said and whispered to one of the stripper's ears. “If you take a step closer, you will regret it," I said with one of my hands raised which made the stripper girl stop. She backed away and went back to Maddox's side.

She just breathed through the pain until it turned into spite. "Boss, you need a hospital," Harris stammered, staring at the red soaking through the white gauze. "I’ll sleep in a hospital when Takahashi is in a cage," Moss snapped, grabbing her crutch. She limped straight to Victor’s cell, "You think that little show outside earned you a break, Victor? Think again." Victor looked at her blood-stained pant leg and let out a dry whistle. Moss didn't argue. She drew her Glock and pressed the cold muzzle directly against Victor’s forehead. "I’ve got enough blood left to watch them hose yours off this floor. Get up. We’re moving."