Striker X Mga Nobela at Kwento

Please don’t tell me she cried over some boring news about them. “I’m not really interested if it’s not Garrick Glinson.” Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her. She pouted and slightly slapped my shoulder. “Why are you so fixated on Garrick in the first place? I understand he’s a soccer player. No one, however, could equal Knox Carly’s abilities. He’s the greatest!” I snorted as she stressed the final two syllables. She rolled her eyes when she saw my look “What the hell. It has to do with Garrick. Have you heard about the rumor of a divorce and a hidden son?” That sparked my curiosity.

There was only one person who could fight him easily. A monster who played with shadows and contracts and bodies. He was just like a viper who never did charity. A man who scared every other man into obedience. Xander Sterling. I hated that I knew it but I hated that I needed him even more. But I needed someone strong enough to ruin Miguel, and Xander was the only one I’d seen win every war he entered.

But the Xeria cultivator was quick—he kicked off the ground, leaping into the air with the agility of a bird. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp gust of wind shot toward Crystal, carrying small, jagged pebbles with it. Crystal narrowed her eyes and swiftly raised her hand, summoning a layer of ice in front of her. The wind slammed into the ice wall, scattering in different directions. The Xeria fighter didn’t stop. Twisting his body midair, he used the wind to propel himself forward, closing the gap between them. He landed on the side of a rocky outcrop, using it as a launchpad to strike from an angle.

The man that shot Galland can only hope that he does not make it out of here alive, for I am coming for you whether you are alive or not. But revenge comes later; there is a reason why I brought this big beauty out here, my mean ass fucking tank gun. Ya…it provides accuracy, range, penetration, and rapid fire in one package. And I am about to find my happy self behind it. This time there is absolutely no time for elegance; I slowly stick my head through with sturdy feet; I position half of my body and plant my ass down. I send the second and the third Stryker further down the road. We are finishing this now; there is not coming back. Once in position, waiting on my command,

In one swift, powerful motion, he swung his clenched fist and struck the stripper's face, causing blood to spurt from his nose. "Why? You thought you could have a taste of her, huh?" Richard shouted furiously, delivering another forceful blow to the stripper's face. He continued raining punches and slaps upon the stripper, striking various parts of his body. After Richard unleashed a torrent of violent strikes, he finally released his grip on the battered stripper. Gasping for air and writhing in agony, the stripper lay on the floor, stains of blood marking his prone form, helpless and unable to move. "Leave," Richard commanded with a steely tone, his voice cutting through the tense air.

Striker ordered and they all dispersed. Striker took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of life, any call for help, or movements of any kind. Still searching from afar, he finally spotted a figure lying unconscious near the entrance of the cabin. Without delay, he signaled to his team, and they rushed towards the girl, their training kicking in. They reached the entrance of the cabin, only to be met with a wall of fire blocking their path. The flames danced ferociously, daring anyone to challenge their might. Striker knew they couldn't afford to waste any time.

Dakota Then came the first strike, yanking me straight back into my body, right into his hands. The crop cracked across my ass and holy hell, it lit me the fuck up—sharp and mean and perfect. I gasped, body jolting, thighs trying to clamp shut around his hand on instinct, but they were strapped around the sawhorse. “That’s the game,” Xavier said. His fingers never stopped moving—slipping in and out of me like he had all the time in the world. “You get close, you get corrected.”

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

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.

They then launched another duo skill, planning to finish him off but failed as he managed to dodge in the nick of time. Damn! Its almost as if they knew where I was going to strike! Even being able to block off my attacks with that stick! Wait... am I seeing this right? The stick is glowing... and it seems quite bashed up. Maybe... Xander inhaled a sharp breath as he steadied himself. He calmed himself and readied a fearsome stance. The duo grinned maliciously yet had an inviting atmosphere about them, almost as if they were taunting him with their euphoric expression.