Love Victor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

No longer my diaries and letters. “ Yes, Colton. I’m moving on with my own life, giving up on Alexander and his wife, he’s heavily blinded by love and can’t rule a kingdom,” Victor said, his left hand clutching his phone, pressed against his left ear, his hazel eyes staring into Alexander’s pair, threatening, killing. He now looked into my eyes, worse. What word is worse than ‘killing’?

“He’s doing the stare. You know, the, I'm sorry but I still like you stare.” “Vi, stop,” I whispered, nudging her leg under the table. “Just saying,” she muttered into her juice. “If he hurts you again, I will break his legs. One after the other. Then pluck out his eyes.” Victor nearly choked on his drink laughing. “Remind me not to get on her bad side again.” “Like you aren't on it already!” “Wow, I thought I had apologized?” “Well, your apology hasn't been fully noted.”

“Tell me something. If I let you go, will you go running to Eran?” Her lips opened in shock. “Eran has nothing to do with this! He’s just a friend.” “A friend who looks at you like you’re his world,” Victor countered with his voice bitterness. “Unlike you,” she shot back, “he respects me. He doesn’t try to control me!” Victor’s eyes darken, and he stood shadowing over her. “You don’t understand what I feel for you. It’s not something I can turn off or control. It’s irresistible, consuming… I love you. And I won’t let anyone comes in between us.”

But Mirage loved the vain boy. “Really,” she added, meeting Victor’s eyes. If Vice were a panther, she thought, Victor was a proud lion, all powerful muscles and wise eyes, fiercely protective of his loved ones and family. “Alright,” his smile was slow and sexy. “But we won’t be having a late night.”

“A woman like you? If it were me, I wouldn’t let you rest.” “Stop it, Victor, you’re embarrassing me,” she complained, but she ended up laughing too. “You know I love you, right?” he said, his tone softer. “I know. And I love you even more. You just need to get it together and find a woman who’ll keep you in line.” Victor pretended to think. “What woman… The romantic one in the family is you, Liv. And after the last one—because you know exactly what I mean—I’m good,” he replied. “Lesson learned.”

Victor fucked her hard, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red as he railed her. “Look at him,” Victor snarled, pounding deeper. “Look at your would-be lover while I wreck this pussy. Tell him who owns you.” “You,” Lila gasped, eyes locked on Damien’s as Victor destroyed her. “Victor owns me. Only Victor.” The wet slap of skin filled the room. Victor reached around to rub her clit roughly, forcing her closer to the edge while he stared Damien down. “You thought you could take what’s mine?” Victor growled, never slowing his punishing rhythm. “This cunt is ruined for anyone else. Watch me fill it.”

“How dare you come here, parading yourself around like you’re some respectable man and try to ruin my marriage over some slave girl?” Victor’s hand slowly touched the red mark that had begun to show on his cheek. “I’m sorry, my lady,” he apologized, but the act of sympathy only made me even angrier. “Do you hear yourself?” I continued, taking a step toward him and watching the panic flicker in his beady eyes. “If you didn’t know, Dominic and I are in love, so the next time you want to play such a sick and twisted game of lies and manipulating facts, know who you’re playing such games with.”

Victor’s hands pressed down harder on my back. I squeezed my eyes shut, not daring to move. I even fought to keep my breathing even. Victor thought I had fallen asleep for real, so he pulled his hands back and pinched Rachel’s waist instead. Rachel leaned in for a kiss which Victor happily accepted. My eyes narrowed, and I watched everything through the reflection in the window. My tears gradually drenched my pillow. Victor seemed to be getting worked up. After a brief but passionate kiss, he glanced at me and dragged Rachel out of the room.

“I will get Findlay and his husband out of the area until every faction member is locked up.” “Then I will put my plan into motion first thing in the morning,” I promised. “I’m so relieved, my love,” Victor pulled me closer and looked deep into my eyes. “You are the most wonderful mate anyone has ever had.” I kissed his lips before pulling away and turning around. “Would you mind unzipping my dress?” I asked. “Sometimes it sticks.” “It would be my pleasure, sweetheart,” Victor purred. I had relieved his mind so much that he was now thinking about much more pleasant things.

“Oh, I’m exactly what you expected. You just hoped I wasn’t.” Her hands clenched. “Dominic will kill you.” Victor leaned closer. “Eventually,” he agreed. “But not before I finish the game.” “What game?” His smile sharpened. “The one where I take everything he loves.” Her heart skipped. “You already tried that.” “Not yet.” His eyes gleamed dangerously. “You’re only the first piece.” Her blood froze. “Piece?” Victor stepped closer. “So tell me,” he murmured softly, “how much does he love you?”