X Factor Tumbling Novels & Stories

I can not more. — Free yourself, Dalia. — X!!!!!! - scream, holding his head against my body. Spasms run all over my body as X continues sucking me without the slightest fear. — Delicious... as always, Doce. - praises X standing up and throwing his body against mine.

Smith shot another one that came through and we kept changing positions expertly as we laid waste to the hordes. One of the Pallets crashed to the ground, with the infected tumbling after it as it falls into the circle to the ground, this gave way for the others as they all made their staggering like run, towards me and Smith. "Over here" Austin called, he beckoned to us to get into the smaller circle as he and Lorenzo gave us cover fire. An Infected staggered towards me as I aimed my F2000 at it's head and squeezed the trigger, but the gun clicked empty.

(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-

​My breath hitched, dying in my throat. ​Xavier stepped out, a white towel tied loosely precisely, dangerously loosely—around his waist. It hung low on his hips, held by nothing more than a haphazard knot that looked like a single tug would send it to the floor. Water droplets clung to his skin, tracing the terrifyingly perfect lines of his body. ​

“Okay, Evernight. Didn’t know you had teeth.” I swallow the anxiety curling in my gut. I don’t belong here. I should be in my room, sipping burnt coffee and memorizing the glycolysis cycle. Not here, about to die from public humiliation. “Alright, newbies!” Serena’s voice slices through the chatter like a blade. “We’ll start with basic tumbling. Let’s see what we’re working with.” “Basic?” I whisper. “I can barely forward roll without seeing my ancestors.” Blaire nudges me. “Just do your best. Fake it. Or fall dramatically. Either works.”

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

It was as if it hadn't even existed. The Menacing Four collapsed on the ground again. This time, they were dead. "Humph! What a useless trick. How ridiculous," Xena said. Felix frowned deeply as he watched her. She wasn't displaying any discomfort. Could it be that the Menacing Four had killed themselves to show off that flashy, yet useless trick? Was that it? Or had whatever they did not taken effect because Xena was too powerful? She called her subordinate before turning to look at Felix. "Come inside with me."

The Luna queen calms him down. * * Xander stands in the middle of the training field… He cracks his fingers and brings out his claws. He turns to his fighters… Scanning them… Looking for who's strong enough to fight with him. “You!” He points at a guy. Though the guy is taller than Xander… He's standing at 6ft7 (2.01 meters).. But the moment Xander points at him… his legs starts shaking and fear appears in his eyes. “M-me…?” He stutters.

Xander goes limp at the right wrong moment, slides out, trips him with a heel, and swarms. They spill in a knotted tumble that makes Mara snap, “Teeth,” as a reminder. Xander answers by turning his mouth away and trapping a wrist with a knee. It’s ugly groundwork, no academy points, exactly the kind that works in crowded rooms. Calder bucks, Xander floats with him, finds the left underhook again, and rides. “Get up!” someone hisses from Calder’s side. It isn't a strategy, it’s panic. “Stay,” I whisper, not to a fighter, to a pack that wants to help and Blue Light holds its line. Good.

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