Striker X Novels & Stories

“Dominic does.” The slap came so fast I barely saw it. Pain burst across my cheek and my head snapped sideways. “You asshole!” I shouted. “Don’t touch me!” “Oh, trust me,” Xander said darkly, gripping me harder. “I’m gonna do a lot more than touch you.” “Fuck you!” I spit directly into his face. Everything around us went still. For one second, Xander just stared at me in shock. Then another sound broke through the silence. A struggle.

“Strike if you must. But I will not meet you in anger. Not today.” Jareth stared at him, baffled, before a malicious glint filled his eyes. He saw not humility, but weakness. “Then you truly are unfit!” he roared, lunging toward Xander with a fist raised. The crack of bone on bone echoed through the arena. Xander’s head snapped back, his body recoiling, but he didn’t fall. He stood, swaying, a thin stream of blood trickling from his lip. He didn’t flinch, didn’t retaliate. He simply absorbed the impact, grim and unwavering.

Before her second foot could touch the ground, I sprang and threw a powerful gazelle punch giving a devastating liver shot. The impact was brutal but I did not stop. I put all my strength behind that single punch using my feet to dig into the ground. Xena was thrown sideways and she rolled into quick recovery. Her face was filled with shock, pain and disbelief. She held her side but I knew that her healing factor was already kicking in. I waited for her to make a decision. I maintained my formless stance. She stood upright and took the black claw stance. Predictable. Everything went downhill from there. More opening and more counter strikes. I only targeted her body. Heavy precise and powerf

"XO, they've realized we mean business. We need to combine our batteries with the Imperials, and start aiding them with repelling small craft as well. There isn't much flak coming from that big hulk. Bring us underneath that ship and extend our FLAK barrier around her." "Roger that sir. Sir, our strike-vipers have called Winchester. They need to land and re-arm" "Very well, recall the strikers. Launch the reserve strikers while the others re-arm. And prepare viper group three and four, the others will be out of ammo soon." The two incoming raiders set up in a staggered formation and commenced a head-on pass with Invictus. Invictus turned with them and helped close the distance, at the same t

(Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle) Kimora: Indolent!! (Countering Xanne's stomp with a rising kick and performing a full split using recreation to propel herself forward. As she performs the split she slides between his legs as he trips and falls then aims recreation at the ground behind herself and pulls the trigger, propelling herself forward and quickly landing on her feet.) Xanne: (Again standing back up calmly) So I came here to apologize and you want to act all human about it?! I get that you have a thing for Dantzler but what's the harm in me asking to see some ti-

"No. I want more. More than just leaving the marriage. I want my company to be successful, rich, and clean." A cough erupted from my weakened body, and Alex grinned, saying, "I like this part of you. Making your company have all that it needs. It's not a hard thing. I am glad you have decided to join my crew. Do we have a deal?" I adjusted my restrained body on the chair, scoffed, then laughed. "Fuck you. I would never betray my husband. You want to get into his mafia, go find another pawn, you dumb rat." The room echoed with my defiance, but it was met with a resounding slap that turned my face to the right. Pain radiated through my jaw, and I coughed out blood as my teeth jammed against th

Mr Wilson said. “You don’t have to withdraw, I will stop being a stripper” Nate replied, he have been thinking of leaving the work, since Oliver got her divorce, she’s his first client and it went successful, he has saved enough money to open his law firm, so quitting the work won’t be a problem, he can have any woman he wants with his killer look and he already has some clients, there’s no need for him to go to the club anymore.

Fuck, there is no way I will let him get away with this! As I slowly turned around, I readied myself for the consequences of my actions. I don’t care who this man is or wat position he has in this company. He disrespects me, so I should only return the favor. However, as I turned around, I found myself face to face with a grinning, handsome stranger. His green eyes were bore into mine as if I’m the last meal in this world. His hair was dark and tousled, as if he just brushed it off with his fingers. He was tall and lean, like he always hits the gym. He was only wearing a white long sleeve polo and black jeans. His perfect set of white pearl teeth were on display as he grinned at me and his t

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.