Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

“These are limited items. We called Cade Sneakers and Marguerite Bag. With your purchase, you’re already supporting. Thank you, and enjoy your day.” I watched the video I posted twelve hours ago, which had already reached half a million views. For the past weeks, life had been great. My dad and my new family had never been better. Every Saturday, we had our family day at Moses’ or our house. Linden, of course, wouldn’t be absent, with Reef, Sax, and Kye, if the two were not out of town with their boss. Tonight was a special night for Moses and Striker as the launching of the most anticipated project, STRIKER. He’d been working so hard for the last few weeks for another project, fifty-five pe

“But don't let that stop you, okay?” Xavier didn't give me a chance to speak. Instead, he went to his side of the desk. “Go on.” His voice was low, and I hated how it made my stomach churn. "I came here to offer a truce between Blackwater and Redmoon," I began. Xander plans to strike." Xavier didn't move, and even though his face was unreadable, I knew he was listening. "Strike how?" he asked "By force," I said. "He was gathering soldiers and what not before I left. He believes this is the right time to strike and…."

Struggling to get up, he wanted to protect Tyr but was pinned down by the guards. “Karma is real, Tall Moxie!” Tall Moxie snickered. “This is not over, Leafy Flight. I will kill you after I take his life!” He then adjusted the headgear’s voltage to the maximum. Running out of patience, he decided to just kill Tyr then use his thumb to make a print on the document. It was all for show, anyway! “Why did you have to be so nosy?” Tall Moxie sneered at Tyr.

Sloane Mitchell, with the fury of ten hurricanes and the grace of a terminator, stormed over and yanked me to my feet with a grip that could dent steel. “Sorry everyone,” she said, jaw tight, eyes scanning every camera like she might sue them all one by one. “We apologize for the interruption.” Leo stayed in his chair, fingers drumming against his knee, one brow lifted, a slow smirk creeping in like the devil himself just got entertained.

The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark. "We're ten floors down!" Dax yelled into the comms. "Hold on, Mia!" THE PENTHOUSE Reyes was losing the wrestling match. The Abyssal-Striker was simply too strong, its hydro-pressurized servos overpowering her human strength. It pinned her to the floor, raising the humming harmonic blade to plunge it into her chest.

My pussy was swollen and aching to be fucked. For a moment I thought about going to Zane’s place. But he was too far, and the last time we spoke he sounded tired. I could not drag him into my mess tonight. I stepped out of the stall and moved to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for a long moment. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes looked glassy with lust. I pushed back the strands of hair falling across my face and washed my hands. How do these strippers do it? Red has been working here for a long time and she moves like it is nothing. But me? I have only been here for one night and I already feel like my pussy is going to explode if I do not get fucked soon.

she taunted, and saw Moxie’s rage flare behind his eyes. Moxie growled at his sister as he answered her deliberately slow punches by blocking them with his forearms as they moved. “I didn’t run Mj, you don't know what you're talking about, so just back off,” Moxie grunted as he worked up a sweat struggling to keep up with Mj’s jabs. The inexperienced assassin chuckled under her breath and kept pushing, “that’s a big fat lie Mox, you drink enough wolf's bane whiskey to drown the moon,” she almost sang and smiled to herself as Moxie threw a sloppy right hook, allowing Mj to easily sidestep and grab his outstretched arm. Mj dropped to the ground on her back and twisted her body around Moxie’s s

Xander crossed the distance. What happened next was not, technically, a fight. A fight had some theoretical symmetry to it. What Xander was doing was closing range against someone whose suit was reading his bio-electrical frequency and translating that input into micro-predictions about his next movement, which meant every strike he initiated was partially anticipated, which meant his strike timing needed to be not his own timing. He threw a chunk of liquefied concrete at Sterling's head instead. Not as an attack. As a distraction — the suit's prediction system was reading his nervous system, not objects. The object had no bio-electrical frequency to read. It arrived at Sterling's helmet on

They have chiseled jaws enough to cut anyone and are good-looking with bodies that are lean but muscular. He smiled at me charmingly and I was taken back " Hi, Aurora, my name is Alexander Stormcold, you can call me Xander," The others introduced themselves, the woman's name was Gabi Molaros and the other male was Michigan Molaros, the beta of the blood moon pack.

Rowan moves so fast, Xander only feels a gust of wind before he grabs the front of his shirt and lands a punch right into his jaw. Xander stumbles but catches his balance. He brings his hand up and wipes the blood at the corner of his mouth. He lets out a crazed chuckle. “You hit harder than I remembered.” “Speak of him again and I’ll have your people take your body back in a sack,” Rowan growls low and dangerous, his wolf almost at the surface as the pheromones around him shift darkly, spreading quickly in the office.