Striker X Moxxie Novels & Stories

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.”

Moxxi retorted, not bothered since she was dead set on staying on Frank's side. As such, she certainly was not bothered to suck up to those three pricks, even snapping at them so that she would die without regrets. Still, Mr. Robbie then demanded, "Are you aware that he's demanding that we surrender our company and our fighters?!" "Eh?" Moxxi was stumped. She might be ready to die, but she was still caught off guard since she did not think Frank was that suicidal. "What, are you bullying a woman just because you can't win in an argument?"

"S&W M&P Shield Ruger 1911 Commander Glock G17 S&W J-Frame Revolver Charter Arms Bulldog Smith & Wesson M&P Glock G43 Handgun Glock 23 Handgun Ruger LCR Pistol are guns that's gonna be sold." "Good job.. you can leave now." He dismissed his secretary and took out a pack of cigarettes with the intention of relaxing but decided against it and dump it in the trash before turning to his system again. He was gonna mess with Ming Industries again and tightened the firewalls around his company again. It was a regular routine for Lord Xavier. His company walls were impenetrable and never has anyone succeeded in hacking him. He Smiled devilishly as he hacked into his mother's Slush fund and transfere

Because he looked amused. "I see the Crimson Fang Alpha still prefers introductions with weapons." Marcus frowned. "You know me?" "I know all of you." His silver eyes swept across the group. "Gabriel Silver Moon." "The noble diplomat." "Marcus Crimson Fang." "The warrior who trusts his fists more than his mind." Then his gaze settled on Alex. "Alexander Ashford." "The billionaire who inherited an empire built on secrets." Alex's jaw tightened. "You've mistaken me for someone who cares what you think." A faint chuckle escaped the stranger.

The shield turned into a swarm of black needles, whistling through the sterile air. ​Two of the guards dived for cover behind a heavy medical cart, but the needles found the gaps in their armor. The sound of metal piercing ceramic filled the hallway. One guard fell, his rifle clattering to the floor as his suit’s systems flickered and died. ​The final guard scrambled backward, his gloved hand reaching for a canister on his belt. "They're using the jump energy! We need the dampeners—"

He was helpless now, she banged her fists against the wall, screaming at her as he said, “ Tell me, who fucks better?” This was the final straw, I didn't see when she moved her hands and gave him a smack across the face but I heard the crisp sound and I saw how he moved backwards with a shocked look on his face, holding the side of his face. She raised her fingers, looking at him with an angry look, about to swear at him when he raised a fist, about to hit her but Stefano who had been standing by the corner flew over, He had his hands on Enzo's, he twisted his hands backwards before he sent him a kick that led him to fly backwards. It was no joke, saying,

Everything about him was sharp, deliberate, his eyes dark and unreadable, his body coiled like he’d been waiting for this moment. The air shifted. I could feel it in my bones. Lester’s men turned, but they didn’t stand a chance. In seconds, the room descended into chaos. Kendrick moved like lightning—precise, brutal, unstoppable. The sound of fists meeting flesh, glass shattering, groans filling the air. My heart raced as I tried to stay out of the way, frozen between shock and something far more dangerous. When it was over, the room was a wreck. Men lay scattered across the floor, groaning or unconscious. The sharp scent of blood clung to the air. And there he was standing between me and th

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

Ambush is an art, and we were the bad kind of craftspeople. The first clash was a crack of sound and fury. Maddox dropped off his bike like a moving battering ram, shoulder-first into the nearest rogue; the man didn’t stand a second under Maddox’s weight before metal hit bone. Jax cut in from the right, a blur, his fist finding another rogue’s solar plexus and sending him vomiting onto the gravel. Calder moved like a tidal wave, not flashy but unstoppable - a rogue came at him with a pipe and Calder caught it mid-swing, snapped his wrist, and then used the broken metal to finish a sentence with a skull.