Love Victor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She’s stubborn, certainly but – at least she stands up for what she wants, fighting for it, instead of resorting to underhanded tricks in the bedroom. And the way that her ass fits into those jeans…. Victor grinds his teeth, swallowing the rest of his whiskey in one gulp and pressing the heel of his palm to his eye. Fuck, he thinks. FUCK. He’s a mated man, getting married in a month, to the love of his life. Amelia. To Amelia, the most beautiful woman in the world. As Victor takes a deep breath and looks up into the sky, seeking to control his thoughts, he notices a light out of the corner of his eye. Not from his house, but through the woods – from the cottage.

Victor growls, looking ready to kill. "it...it was an accident. I didn't mean to",she stuttered as she looked around and I could tell it wasn't no fucking accident. This bitch hated Anna because she was best friends with Ellie. "Bullshit, Liam growls, you used to be friends with my ex whore of a mate and always hated Anna. You dare try to hurt our pup and her",he growls more and his claws come out as he struggles to not shift. Victor is patting his luna's back as she sobs and he looks ready to kill.

he repeated. “Yes," Victor whispered and went on to explain how he’d come across a redheaded girl in the elevator and how he'd forced her to kiss him to throw off the rival gang chasing him. He had been injured on his chest, and if it weren't for the kiss he’d shared with that girl, those rival gangs would have caught him and killed him. “Ever since that day, I can't get her out of my head no matter how hard I try. I keep thinking about her and her scent… Ugh,” Victor groaned, rubbing his hands on his face like someone ashamed of what he’d just confessed.

Somehow something about him reminded her of Xander. "Answer me, little mate" Violet tried to look into his cold irises. She nodded. Victor pulled himself as soon as he saw her shaking. He patted the top of her head gently and stroked her hair. "I'm Victor" Violet looked into his eyes. He smiled. He loved it when his mate stared at him like this. "Usually I wouldn't like it if other people weren't afraid of me. But you better start changing your prespective of me."

"But then again, you’d have to, wouldn't you? To survive this long." "What do you want, Victor?" I dropped the 'Mr. Vance' and the politeness. The masquerade was thin out here in the dark. "I want to know why a woman with your... specific gifts... is playing contractor in a human town," Victor said. He turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. "I saw the report from the mill, Liora. My men aren't easily beaten. Especially not by a woman who seems to know exactly where a knife is going before it’s even drawn."

His father looked at him questioningly to continue Victor: I will work on the side, that is, I will make the clan hate him Levi and I will deprive him of his Mate Victor's father: Are you thinking of killing her? Victor slyly: Actually..she likes me..ask him for a little while and then I will kill her.. Victor's father smiled at his daughter's plan to speak: And when are you going to implement it? Victor: We don't have time..tomorrow I will.. He ended his words with a human smile as he swore inside him that he would destroy Levi and replace him..

I looked at him, raising my brows. “And?” Damien asked. Victor's eyes followed Damien's hand as he stroked my waist. “You and I know that you are dating her to get back at me. How dare you try to take advantage of Liora?” Victor said. I looked at him as if I was staring at some fool. “Get back at you?” Damien smirked. “He is not taking advantage of me. He loves me, and he made me feel safer than I did when I was with you,” I defended.

Draconian teased, picking my mom up in his arms and rushed out of my room. Charlotte and I laughed at them while my mom's face turned beat red from embarrassment. "You'll have that one day too." Charlotte said as I stared at the closed door. "Yeah, maybe." I couldn't imagine Bolton being like that though. We fought all the time, even alone in his bedroom we fought. He even said he wouldn't love me. "I hope you find that too one day, Charlotte. We all deserve to be loved by someone." "I think my life is doomed when it comes to the men department. I've accepted it though." Her hand rested over her neck where Viktor's mark laid.

“Who is she? When can we expect a wedding?” Victor’s smile stayed small. “That’s a secret for now. But maybe soon.” He looked straight at the camera then, like he was talking to someone only he could see. “To my love… thank you for being patient with me. I can’t wait to make you mine officially.” Tears fell down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away. Dad turned off the TV. “Claire…” I tried to smile. “It’s okay, Dad.” He sighed. “I know how much you still like him. Victor is a fool for not seeing how much you cared."

Promises that she was the only one he would ever love. And now? Now he stood there, calmly telling her he loved someone else. Elara’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. Her voice was soft, almost distant. “You’re saying… you love Lydia?” Victor’s eyes flickered with guilt. He couldn’t look at her. “Yes.” In his arms, Lydia turned slightly. A slow, victorious smile appeared on her lips. She mouthed the words silently. But Elara understood perfectly. Sister… I won again.