Novel & Cerita Striker X Moxxie

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.

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.

The man gripped her hair and fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. I tried to push past them, my heart racing and my thighs slick. Then I saw the worst of it. A tall, curvy stripper was pinned against the wall completely naked. A muscular man had one of her legs hooked over his arm as he fucked her hard and fast. His thick cock slammed into her pussy with brutal strokes. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he pounded her without mercy. The wet slapping sounds of his cock destroying her cunt echoed down the hallway.

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.

I spat as they started to unlock my cell. “Calm down, he is fine. We will take you to see him now.” Xander chuckled. As soon as the cell was opened, I rushed out, knocking Xander to the floor and throwing a punch at Mossy’s face. I hit him hard square in the jaw, causing him to fall on his ass. Xander had gotten up and I turned swiftly, grabbing his head and holding him in a tight lock, ready to rip it off when Mossy got up, holding his jaw with one hand and the other stretched out towards me..

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”

Moe said shakily, a few tears were at the verge of falling down his eyes. “F**k your excuses Moe — you should have never, had lagged, so way – way behind on your protection payments, we are going to set an example to the others by you — you little dimwit–twit!” The shorter man said viciously, And he raised the 9mm pistol aiming it at the poor trembling Moe’s head. “Any last words?!” sneered the monster. “Oh amigo – Mercy – Mercy, Please! Have mercy—” Moe begged for his life.