Frankenweenie Victor Novelas e Histórias

It was corny but sweet and maybe a little weird but he was trying. I was partially curious as to how Quade made money to support not only himself but his pack. Taking a mental note, I filed the thought away for me to bring up later. We made our way out of our room. Victor was already waiting for us at the entrance of the house. The silk black button-down he wore looked too tight for him. He looked as if he doubled in muscle mass, looking way too intimidating. His hair was tied, as per usual, and his black dress slacks were neatly pressed and hung off his sculptured thighs.

Victor said before I shot him a quick glare. "You, have you seen him?" One of them narrowed their eyes on me. I feel like my throat was clogged up. "Speak up!" "Er, my friend here, Francis, can't speak. I actually told him he should try puppetry for once." He said before letting out an airy laugh. "Have you seen him?! Answer our question!" "Actually, we, me and Francis here have just talked to the lad. Do you need anything? I could pass the message to him if you wish." Victor grinned. Such a bastard

The hum of city life never really stopped, not in our dusty old part of Manhattan. “You headed home?” Victor asked, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. I nodded. “Yeah. I have to help Ma with chores. And I also have to see if the old man’s still breathing.” “You want company?” “Not unless you’re bringing dinner.” He held up a half-eaten meat bun from one of the vendors. “Already halfway there.” I rolled my eyes but took a bite. “You’re lucky I like you.” Victor saluted with a grin. “Try not to separate any more wallets from their owners. And tell Aria that her last sketch of me was wildly inaccurate. I do not have a big nose.”

In less than ten seconds, six lives were taken. “You missed one.” I pointed at Francie, who lay paralyzed with fear. A dozen blades suddenly turned, stopping less than half an inch from my face. “You’ve got some nerve to use me like a weapon.” Victor’s expression changed in an instant, his voice dark and dangerous. “Don’t try anything clever again. Next time, I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead.” A shiver ran through me. I clenched my hand tight and stiffly said, “I won’t do it again.”

Frank walked into the room, and he laughed angrily when he saw the gun pointed at my head. He spoke with great power and conviction, and the dominant air around him made Victor pale in great comparison. Victor turned pale, and he fell limply to the ground, losing his superior attitude completely.

"I will go and check the kitchen for something to drink, see if I can find some cider, and maybe make some friends. I've never had friends either." "Great," I tell him. "It was nice meeting you, Victor." "Yeah... You seem like a decent person, Maeve." Victor smiles. With Victor out of the way, Wyatt finally relaxes. He stops clutching me to him like a madman, allowing me room to breathe. I swear the guy keeps forgetting he is a mound of beef. I'm a toy in comparison—Wyatt needs to handle me with care. I laugh when Wyatt inhales me again. "Could you get any more obvious?"

Vampires were annoying like that. I bent slightly, bringing my face closer to his. “Does your father know,” I asked quietly, “about your bond with Jayden. Does he know that fact.” Victor’s eyes flicked up to mine, amused. Then he chuckled. And that chuckle made my blood boil. “You’re just so little,” he said slowly, like he was explaining something to a child, “like your brain.” My wolf snarled. I swear if Victor had been anyone else, I would have ripped his throat out for that alone.

The dog perked up and padded over, wagging its tail, tongue flopping out the side of its mouth like a dopey cartoon character. "Always wondered if this guy was a stray," I murmured. "It's a neighborhood stray," Victor said. The mutt walked right past me and went straight to him, head bumping into Victor's leg like he was home. "Guess it recognizes a neighborhood kid," I said. But Victor looked stiff, like he was trying to suppress a gag. There it was—disgust. Raw, barely concealed, etched in the corners of his mouth like he was debating whether or not to punt the thing into the sky.

“I’m going to pay for that one later, I’m sure. It will not have been worth it.” “What are you? Ten? Grow up. You can make your own damn decisions.” “Yeah, that leads to five werewolves passing out and being carried by a vampire. Real mature.” Victor cackled as he walked into the kitchen. “Oh shit! Vic! We forgot about you!” Derek laughed as he hit Scott on the back. Victor shook his head. “Glad to be remembered now. Though, also glad to be the only one to remember last night as well.” He smiled widely. “I’ve learned much about you fellows.”

Before he could notice, his body was thrown away; his broken bones crackled. I turned to the newcomer in astonishment and happiness when I realized it was Vince. Even though he's a little cluttered, it's good that he's at peace. "I've only been gone for a while and find you so difficult." Vince smiled brightly; he pressed the brown wolf's head with his foot and waved the bag of silver fangs in his hand in front of him. "What's up? Why don't you get up and take it? Don't you like it very much?" Vince teased.