Verosika X Striker Novels & Stories

“He’s after the parts of us that still believe we can build something better.” Chito looked between us, one hand twitching toward the hilt on his hip, his voice low, not quite whispering. “Striker’s not just a threat, he’s a prophecy with teeth. He doesn’t hunt like the Broker did. He dismantles belief, carves it out of people until they bleed obedience.” Nova stepped into the circle then, her presence unnervingly calm, her silver eyes flicking toward the dark line of trees just beyond the compound. “He’s not hiding,” she said. “He wants to be seen. He wants you afraid before the first move.”

If her injuries would lead to her death I would be slightly pissed because I won’t be able to take revenge on her but otherwise I don’t care. Suddenly the sound of breaking bone is heard as Verity hits Erik on his ankle. Erik screams in agony as he crashes to the ground. The cheering stops as everyone shudders in horror, realising it could have been them. Viera takes a step back, stopping the fight just before Beta Xander calls it. A small vicious smile on her face. She really doesn’t care that Erik will likely never walk pain free again.

“Victor did.” “I’ll deal with him,” Thiago said. “But Veron’s playing a longer game now. She’s tied to the Santoro cleanup. She has contacts I need.” I stepped back, arms crossing. “I’m not going to play nice with a woman who once offered to suck your soul out in front of me.” He smirked. “You’re jealous.” “Damn right I am,” I snapped. “You told me I was yours, remember? You’re not allowed to make me believe that and then expect me to share the room with a venomous shadow in red satin.”

I ask but she looks at Veronica who is still blabbering about spying us. "Maxi! She almost broke my arm!" yells Veronica and looks at me with pleading eyes to save her. “What the fuck man? She is a werewolf and she is beaten by our human mate? Stark asks furious. "How can Veronica be so weak?' But I don't have time to think about anything else because I immediately I hear her the voice that anoints my soul: "Because she tried to slap me for no reason!" says the woman still without looking at me.

Striker growls. She has everyone thinking we’re together, but that is far from the truth. We are more like friends with benefits. I feel nothing for her. Striker doesn’t mind our d*ck getting wet, but unfortunately, he’s beginning to dislike her scent and voice. The only way he allows her to be with us is if we picture Natalie underneath us. “Get off me, Camila!!!” I commanded, baring my teeth. I felt her flinch and quickly get off.

“I’m not defending him!” Conner laughed. “Then what do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that Lev is a good guy and I’m a scumbag?” For a moment, Conner’s gaze changed. His eyes focused and filled with hatred. “He’s just like me. Playing with girls to suck—” Conner stopped to swallow his spit. It seemed he was about to say suck blood, but held it back. “—take advantage of them.” Vero was stunned by Conner’s words and he took the opportunity to raise his hand to her breast and try to remove her bikini. Vero struggled and screamed, hoping someone would come and save her.

Vera turned and looked at him, green eyes gleaming as she lit another cigarette. “You know,” she whispered, tracing a finger down his scarred chest, “Victor wasn’t alone when I left. There was someone else there, someone who hated him more than I did.” Kane’s eyes widened. Vera took a slow drag, smiling sweetly. “But maybe I’m just saying that so you’ll come fuck me again tomorrow.” She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Either way, Kane… you’re already in too deep with me.” ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

"But Brielle, it’s always me…." "No, ladies first…. I support Brielle with my full chest… Aurora winked, and Nini drew her hand, and they walked towards the game room…." Sasha hissed… "Nini will always be a kiss-ass, kissing Brielle's ass…" "I hate her," Vera said, folding her hand under her breath…. "We know," Sierra said, entering Sasha and Vera's midst, and Sasha scoffed, walking away… "She is so proud…. Because she is a striker…. I hate her," Vera snapped….

Rodri's POV “Want another drink, handsome?” The stripper purred in a seductive tone, wrapping her long, shiny fingers around the expensive champagne in the ice bucket on my table. I opened my eyes half way to look at her. She was sitting on my thighs, straddling me, with one hand in my hair, and her voluptuous breasts in front of my face. I answered gruffly, “I’m good. Pour yourself a drink, if you want some.”

Without making a sound, I tiptoed towards the sofa sets to hide behind them. I sat down with my back against the biggest one as I listened to the conversation. “ Striker please…it’s been so long. I want to feel you…inside me. It feels like you don’t care about me at all. ” She whined like a small baby. I almost laughed out loud but stopped it by placing a hand over my mouth. “ I told you. ” Striker sighed again. “ for a year, I belong to Lana. I will not touch another woman. ”