Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

The silence made her heart pound and she could not keep her eyes away from his. “For a moment I thought I was dreaming,” he muttered to himself. Well, that was understandable since it was a citation neither of them expected to happen. “I’m not giving you this book Ace. Just let me pass so that this can go by peacefully.” “Only if you tell me what’s the big deal with that book,” he said. “There’s no deal.”

"Alright, Lucero, enough with the topic, it's his private life, and we don't need to know more than his personal life." I put my hand on her leg, insisting that she stop, we've already made the boy uncomfortable enough. From her, it's been clear to me that victimizing a person is a mortal sin because the person doesn't make an effort to pursue their dreams, no, they fall into the world of depression.

That was her… really her in the kitchen, looking shady. How? She hadn’t done that… she couldn’t have done it. The doctor had told her symptoms would include amnesia, but she couldn’t have actually gone ahead to poison Selena. Her slight hesitation gave her attackers all the evidence they needed, and they pounced on her with so much vigor. “If you let my baby die, I will make sure you live to regret the rest of your miserable life,” Alfred said to her. She looked into his face, barely recognizing the man she had known for almost five years.

"But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine." The whole library could feel the tension. Students around us exchanged knowing glances. "Here we go again," Sarah muttered. "Bianca is such a good friend. She always shows Viviana what these guys are really like," Emma added. "Exactly," Jessica nodded. "If Bianca didn't sacrifice herself to test them, Viviana would be wrapped around some playboy's little finger." My nails left crescent moons in my palms. I almost drew blood. Bianca tilted her head, her eyes full of fake pity.

I struggle to stand up, my ribs are bruised and my legs can barely hold me with the pain and trembling I’m feeling. I could actually finally stand tall till he whacked me onto the floor again. Mother is still just sitting there, crying, not saying anything to him anymore, probably too scared she will get beaten as well. I glared at him and decided that one day I will come back for you and you will pay for what you did to me. ............ That was 12 years ago. My name is Emily Dawson and I still don’t know how to defend myself. I went to medical school and learn how to help helpless people. That’s the only place I feel I can defend people who can’t defend themselves.

VICTOR The cold, predatory smile that had begun to form on my lips was a tangible thing, a mask of satisfaction that settled over my features. The knot of furious frustration in my chest, which had been tightening for hours, began to unravel. The problem, which had seemed so insurmountable just moments before, now appeared elegantly simple. I no longer needed to find a way to eliminate a problem. I had just found the perfect tools to make the problem eliminate itself. My eyes, sharp and assessing, moved over the line of young girls. They were so fragile, so terrified, their heads bowed as if trying to disappear into the drab fabric of their clothes. They were children, their youth a stark co

Before he knew it, his eyes began to close and everything went black. Rowena's heart was pounding like crazy. Gary was picking up Hope. Never did she think a situation like it would happen. But as a single mother, she was desperate. She didn't believe in God, yet she prayed so hard that nothing serious would happen. Every sentence the Vice Principal spoke was agony for her. He talked slow and she hated every bit of it.

“Exactly, and there is no end to the victim’s suffering.” “Why, what happens to them?” “They become part of the story, they feed it, living through their murder and torture over and over again.” “Is that what’s happened to Melissa?” “Melissa?” “The girl I’m trying to help.” “I don’t know, there is someone in the story who’s not like the other victims. Tell me, have you seen her outside of the story?” “Yes, yes I have. I actually cast her in a movie I was making.” “So she’s manifesting, I thought as much. That would make her a character, not a victim.”

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

“Because of what you did, the victim felt extremely humiliated and decided to end her own life.” “This is exactly what happened!” “There are even witnesses and evidence to prove it!” “Are you still not going to confess, Harvey York?!” Kristan acted very righteously, as if everything happened just as he said. Harvey clapped his hands in amazement. “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!” Harvey said, utterly astonished. “I thought only TV shows have such plots. I didn’t expect you to come up with better stories, Squad Leader Duncan!” “But is it fine if I list out a few discrepancies about your deduction?”