The Hitting Zone Novels & Stories

He tiptoed and jumped high into the sky, reaching almost two meters. Bang! The moment Kaze leaped into the air, the barrage of shotgun pellets struck the spot where he had just been standing, tearing chunks out of the asphalt in a two-meter radius. As the dust settled, the asphalt road was covered by countless holes. The shotgun indeed carried terrifying firepower. Kaze’s body would be riddled with countless holes if he were hit. The entire process might seem long but only a fraction of a second passed. Looking at Kaze landing on another spot unscathed, Leron raised his brows in surprise but quickly got over it.

"And it's useless for Professor Sari to give evidence of violations committed by Professor Mirza and his cronies. The ball is ours, Frans. Now it's up to us whether to strike the opponent's goal or make an own goal." "We have to break the opponent's goal, Eddy." "That's right, Frans. Let's break Professor Mirza and his cronies' defences." Eddy said. "Okay, Eddy. Thanks, Bro." "With pleasure, Frans. We work as a team, we support each other." ============== ########### ============================== From the cashier in the cafe "De Koffee Met Haar", Tesa continued to stare at Frans and Eddy who were sitting not far from her. Meisi, Tesa's co-worker was surprised by Tesa's slightly different at

"welcome to our 49th commodity, a bitchy girl who just got out of prison and couldn't wait to come sell her body!!!" "What the fuck did you say?!!!! " Zona stormed out trying to get up to get up to slap the man who with a mask on his face next to her who's jerking the cover off the cage, instead, she was slammed against the top of the cage, with legs splayed wide open as she falls back to a sitting position on the floor. The crowd's cheering pauses for a moment, then it erupts into more intense cheers. "Look at that! That bitch doesn't seem to be wearing any panties! "

I could not appear to shut my eyes while he placed it with the attention of the forceps and I stared down, in a form of horror, below the shares in my restricted view. I should simply see sufficient for him to all at once shift with that barbaric hammer, after which it hit. There's this curler coaster referred to as the Top Thrill Dragster and the manner it works, it waits there at the lowest of a 420-foot incline and drops. As soon as it hits green, it is going from zero to a hundred and twenty mph in four fucking seconds. When the hammer hit the huge needle via my nipple, the ache slammed via me sharp and difficult, after which it felt just like the adrenaline throttled like that curler co

“My eyes are up here.” Yes, but his cock was down there. I slowly lifted my gaze and took in his sweat-soaked shirt again. When I met his blue and green eyes, I smiled. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Nose, throat, knees, ankles. Those are what you’re aiming for. A woman can do a lot of damage if she knows where to strike.” Even after I kicked his ass at racquetball, he sounded like females were lesser obstacles when it came to kicking ass. He continued without a clue that he was irritating me. “The throat and nose are kill zones. With enough force, he’s not getting up.”

"My eyes are up here." Yes, but his cock was down there. I slowly lifted my gaze and took in his sweat-soaked shirt again. When I met his blue and green eyes, I smiled. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Nose, throat, knees, ankles. Those are what you're aiming for. A woman can do a lot of damage if she knows where to strike." Even after I kicked his ass at racquetball, he sounded like females were lesser obstacles when it came to kicking ass. He continued without a clue that he was irritating me. "The throat and nose are kill zones. With enough force, he's not getting up."

He was targeting me. During the zone entry, Orion cut off the defender. Instead of passing the puck to me across the wide, open ice, he angled his massive frame directly into my skating lane. Before I could pivot to escape, he drove his shoulder into my chest, slamming me hard into the reinforced plexiglass boards. BANG.

The stones hit Wyatt, and he was riddled with holes in an instant. A practitioner in the third zone was defeated with just one move.

Even with four powerful assassins holding them back, Zen and Damian barely escaped the hundreds of hounds. Looking back while running, Zen noticed how the night hounds would not pass a certain line. They eventually slowed down and stopped. Was there an invisible barrier marking the safe zone? Stopping suddenly, Zen turned back. Damian was startled but realised how Zen was already locked in with his plan. He would not change his mind now that it was made up. “Shoot them for me if I’m wrong,” the gamer told Damian. “I want to test the boundaries of the safe zone.” A safe zone… reminded Zen about his luck in the opening ceremony when he escaped Sasha. It’s funny how the tables were turned, and

Christina and Vinton retreated several meters away. Jim spoke through the corners of his mouth, "The iron club has no eyes. If it really flies out, remember that there's a danger zone within a ten-meter radius." "Honey, don't worry. Hit it however you like." Zac stood beside her, speaking words of encouragement. Hazel smiled toward him. "Don't worry, honey. I want to catch a birdie for our team." She then winked at him playfully. A birdie was a golf term. Each team was playing for a five-stroke hole. If the team managed to sink the hole on the fourth stroke, then they caught a birdie.