Striker X Novels & Stories

She must have taken down another attacker. I reacted quickly, revealing the long silver stiletto blade, and stabbed to my left. I winced as I put as much strength as possible into my attack, feeling the warm squirt of their blood as it hit my hands. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to think of that horrible night when I felt the spray of Alkaios’ blood.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Apologize to Cindy now—and maybe I'll ask her to spare your life for old times' sake. I suppressed the anger within me and chuckled mockingly. "The Spencers would never choose you for a marriage alliance, Jared. You should be prepared to get kicked out of the Xanderson family instead!" My words seemed to fuel Jared's anger. He broke the vase beside him without a second thought, grabbed a sharp shard of porcelain, and lunged at my thigh. "How dare you run your mouth at me, you tart? I'd break your legs if you continue acting like this—see if you could still be so arrogant!"

she said, "but his line isn't going through anymore. Do you know what's going on?" A short pause followed on the other end, not long enough to suggest alarm, but present enough to be noticed. "Yes, ma'am, I do have some information about that," Inspector Pearce began, his voice measured and steady in the way of a man accustomed to delivering updates that carried weight. "Mr. Striker returned to New York the same day he arrived from Nigeria. After that, he went straight back to his apartment." Sarah listened without interrupting, her eyes on the road outside but her attention entirely inward.

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,

“Blade, out. Striker, you’re up. You know the drill.” I look at the one called Striker standing in front of me and size him up as he’s doing the same to me. He’s about my height, but leaner. He’s probably fast. I see a pretty nasty bruise on his left rib cage and a few other ones in random spots on his torso.

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.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

“He’s married to Adley Kross. Her K & B Designs is topnotch.” Striker finally let go of a breath and smiled. “That’s how we met. Well, formally met.” If I guessed it right, there was something dirty meaning behind those words. “I also knew him before. He’s a ruthless capitalist, just fighting ranks between him and Dad. So, I kindly hate his gut. Sorry.” “I like her, Cade. She and Adley will be best friends.” He winked at me. Striker wrapped his arms around me securely and possessively. “Careful. When women are together, they are a force of nature.”