Striker X Reader Novels & Stories

RICARDO Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” I leaned against the door, crossing my arms. “You heard me. Why the hell were you both a doctor and a stripper?" Ryan scoffed, shaking his head. "Because I can do whatever the fuck I want." My brow arched, my lips pressing into a thin line. "You were saving lives by day and taking your clothes off by night? Sounds like a contradiction.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You done prying into my life?”

I started stepping back, “a tooth for a tooth. And a pool of blood, for a pool of blood. You have crossed a very dangerous line and mark my words - your blood, all of your blood, will stain the face of the earth just like Maria's own did.” His eyes widened slightly, but before I could spell Jack, Lucian's arm snapped forward and slapped me across the cheek. I didn't flinch - I felt nothing. “Mark my words, Lucian.” I said again and with a final glance at Maria's body, I turned to leave. “I will get you, Morrigan!” Lucian yelled behind me, “and I'll get what I want from you.” A smile formed on my lips as I crossed the streets. I am Xena Storms, of pure demon blood.

As if they weren’t the same age. Tyler laughed at his reaction, but his amusement quickly faded when something clicked in his mind. He didn’t like what he had just realized. “Wait… You mean Sugar from Hype? That gorgeous woman Alfie had with him at the lair the other night? The stripper? The one with an amazing pair of—” “Stop! Don’t even dare say it, Ty. I swear I’ll cut that filthy tongue of yours.” Fabian's death glare was enough to make Tyler realize his friend was in deep trouble.

I stare with heat at his crotch. “A cup,” X says smugly. “You don't get it that easy. It was a nice tatic, but not that fucking easy with me.” Bastard. “You're bristling with anger,” X grins like the devil he is. “Fucking use it, twat.” Something in me snaps. I rush at him, punches flying out from my body. A blood curling scream escapes me, my breath ceased. X doesn't fight back. Just like the fight comes, it withers away, making me hollow. I say slowly to the floor, head bowed.

Usually both. "So," Xavier started, a teasing grin spreading across his face like he'd just uncovered the world's greatest secret, "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say this is all because of that stripper. Am I right? You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Something hot and protective flared in my chest. "You better stop it right there," I snapped, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. The words cracked like a whip across the empty space between us. "Don't call her that. She's not a stripper."

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’m sure my heated face was proof. Dimitri grimaced, but not after ending his sentence slowly. “Damn Alpha, who thought you have such a kinky mind inside of yours. I’m sure Skylar will approve of that since she reads erotic books and watched more movies about it more than I can count on my hands.” He shrugged indifferently while smiling down at me. I hope you get constipated. Xander let out a loud groan, sending a chill down my body. And it wasn’t even directed toward me.

"I am Valentina Brown. I would like to tell you that whatever you say, no matter how bad it is, stays between us and in this room. Either that is about someone you know is involved in the mafia or a murder you have committed. I know you have signed the documents but I just wanted to let you know. You are my only responsibility. And I have given therapy to many other people involved in the mafia, in the past." "Um, okay." I rubbed my neck nervously which she didn't miss. "Can you introduce yourself?" "Sure. Um, you already know my name. It's Vivianna. And um- Vivianna Violet, to be exact. And uh, uh, um I am here for... therapy?" I blabbered, not knowing what else to say. She chuckled. "Okay.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her knuckles whitening as she felt the weight of the blade, its cold steel singing a silent promise of power. "Good," Xander acknowledged, watching her closely. He moved with the grace of a panther, his emerald eyes never leaving hers as he circled her, pushing her further into a defensive stance. "Now strike." With a sudden burst of energy, Lyra lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air with a sharp hiss. Xander deftly parried her attack, his own weapon glinting menacingly as it met hers with a resounding clang. Their dance continued, a deadly ballet of flashing steel and raw determination, each move calculated and executed with precision.