All I Want Is Everything Victoria Justice 소설 & 이야기

"He’s a distraction. He’s going to distract you completely from the syndicate operations, Victoria. You're tracking an international ghost because of his hardware." Victoria paused, her fingers tightening around the grip of the pistol. She turned her head slowly, her dark eyes locking onto Tex with freezing intensity. "I have never been distracted from my target before, Tex, and it won't ever happen. Although Giordano has a pretty face and a good dick, he is just a boy toy to her." Tex froze. The annoyance on his face instantly drained, replaced by a grim, stunned expression. "You... you guys already fucked?" "Yes," Victoria said casually, turning back to the weapon rack to inspect a lightwe

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

I can now boldly call you a bad girl. "Whatever Babe, just come quench the flame of desires that are surging through me," Victoria urged licking Derrick lips lightly. "Then your wish is my command, i don't want you begging to be freed this time around." "No, that's the past, what you don't know is that I'm way more stronger now," Victoria replied and rubbed her nose on Derrick's own as he carried her into the bedroom, kissing her all over. "It's sure going to be so hot!" Victoria thought with happiness...

“He’s useful to me like this. Keeps you obedient.” My nails dug into my palms. “What do you want from me?” Victoria tilted her head, studying me like I was something she’d built. “I want what you’ve always denied me. Your blood. Your full sequence. The one that doesn’t just heal it remembers.” My breath caught. “Remember what?” She smiled like a secret. “The past. The real one. Before Carter West. Before Liam’s father rewrote everything.” I shook my head. “You’re insane.”

"Shameless bastard! Since you asked for it, don't blame me for being cruel!" Rachel, who had just entered, screamed and shoved me aside. "Have you lost your mind, Luke? You're attacking him." Seeing her furious expression, I could not help but sneer, "He started it, so he deserves to be hit! Rachel, widen your eyes!" Rachel had never seen me so fierce before. She froze for a moment, not daring to utter a word. In my past life, I tolerated everything, yet I suffered countless injustices from her. In this life, how could I possibly tolerate such injustices again?

Out of nowhere, Victoria found a burst of strength and ripped free from the female officers again. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Jason, who was shaking like a leaf. "You. You killed my father! You're going to pay for this with your life!" Her voice was the sound of something inhuman. She launched herself at him. Jason screamed and bolted for the door. But Victoria, broken and feral, was faster. She slammed into his back like a rabid animal, her hands clamping around his throat.

"Summer Hartford!" Victoria shot to her feet in fury. Summer stopped, looking far calmer than the furious Victoria. But Robin was anything but calm, stepping in front of Summer to shield her. "Are you really going to make an enemy out of Royal Financial Group?" Victoria shouted. Summer answered, "You can see it however you want. No matter what, I'll get justice for Mr. West." After that, Summer left. "You're just like that shameless mother of yours!" Victoria shrieked.

A casualty of Victor's empire. "This isn't just about revenge," she murmured. "It's about justice." --- Three days later, Victor called. His image flickered on the screen, composed, smug. "Isla. Christopher. I see you've been busy." "We have what we need," Isla said calmly. "Hand it over, and this ends." She leaned in. "No. This ends when you're exposed." His smile faded. "You're making a mistake." "No," she replied. "You did."

She seemed to deflate, her posture sagging, as if the walls she had built around herself were crumbling. Finally, she spoke, her voice strained. "What do you want from me?" I looked at her, my eyes burning with a mix of anger and determination. "Justice, Victoria. We want justice for my mother, for the pain you've caused. You will pay for your crimes." A cold smile played upon Victoria's lips, a mask of defiance. "You think you have won? You think you can bring me down? You underestimate me, Emma. I will not go down without a fight."