Flawless Victory Mk Novels & Stories

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

Claire threw her arms around me, overjoyed. She cried out, "Thank goodness, Louis. You're finally awake! If you didn't make it, I wouldn't want to live either. I don't care that my legs are paralyzed. As long as I could save you, nothing else matters." In the face of disaster, people were usually selfish, yet Claire had sacrificed her legs for me, and the media praised her selfless true love endlessly. Later, to inspire hope and prove that love still existed in the world, Claire was even chosen as one of the winners for that year's National Inspiration Awards.

Arthur asked, leaning closer as he tried to peer at the page that she had opened. "I'm going to bid on Mr. September." Victory gave out a low appreciative whistle, wagging her eyebrows as she pointed at a photo of a hunky looking man, clad only in a pair of jeans that hung low on his waist, revealing hard abs and sculpted muscle. "I wouldn't mind him cooking for me." Victory continued, licking her lips lecherously as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She read aloud what the winning bidder would be entitled to.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

He smiled behind that mask and I could see his lips getting bitten by his teeth partially. Damn...! that look can block the traffic...! He darted his gaze rolling around, then moved it back to me, replying. "Anything you say..." "Anything...?" I interviewed and he repeated with his always super sexiest and husky voice, "Anything...!" I felt a pang of satisfaction as if I was about to win the game and ask him something so precious...! But wait...! What if he wins!! Anything you say? What will he want from me? Why the hell did I even say that?

Her pride was shattered to pieces, exactly like the flowers that were now worthless. ​The lift doors closed completely, cutting off the view of that destruction. I cracked the most sincere victory smile of my life—a smile seen by no one, not even by Mike who was standing right beside me. One pawn had fallen in the most satisfying way

I don't think there was any other feeling in the world that was as satisfying as this. She was all I needed. "Open your eyes," I whispered and she looked at me as I continued to slid in and out of her. We both kept staring at each other and I could feel my eyes getting teared up. That's when I realised that we were not fucking. We were making love to each other and it was so beautiful. "You are perfect. Do you know that?" She blushed, pulling me closer and kissed me deeply. I didn't know what came over me but I was feeling so overwhelmed and did something so stupid.

I spoke firmly. If my desire for revenge was previously only guided by MK, now it was truly my own, and I wanted Claude and Vicky to pay the price. When MK heard me speak of "revenge," a profound flash flickered in the eyes behind his silver mask. He did not speak but lifted my chin with his slender, white hand, lowered his head, and kissed me gently while prying open my teeth, assertive yet passionate.

she replied, smiling as he kissed her hand gently. The maids nearby tried to discreetly hide while gossiping about how affectionate Harden was with Adele. Felony, standing off to the side, frowned as she glared at Adele, recalling the words Grace had spoken earlier. “I’m sure she’s using black magic to have rich, good-looking men fall for her,” the words echoed in Felony’s mind, causing her to turn away in frustration. Harden and Adele stepped out of the mansion. Simon handed his boss the car keys, and Harden took them, walking towards his Bugatti. Adele blushed as he opened the door for her. After she got in, Harden slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.