Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

Felicia asked sarcastically, turning from Monalisa to Clara. Clara paused and shut Felicia a wild stare. “I have tended to your wounds a couple of times, have I not?” she asked in clenched teeth. “I can still recall how you begged me to treat your wounds when Hamilton did the same to you,” Clara added, peering hard at her and hating her for not feeling compassionate towards Monalisa or the other girls who had suffered Hamilton’s abuse especially since she knows how it feels. “I think I am different because I have lasted through his abuse for years unlike these girls and I think Monalisa would soon join the others who had gone.” Felicia said rudely, bending a little and gazing from Clara to M

She was a fucking temptress. He had bedded women who had perfect bodies—wider hips and firm, bigger boobs that looked too good to be true. Though those women might look perfect, he had never been drawn to them. But this girl here, she was imperfectly perfect. All natural, fragile, and incredibly soft. Kevin bit his lips, he was painfully hard now. He couldn't recall wanting anything this badly. Without wasting a minute he pushed her down onto the mattress. Her curls loosened and spread on the white pillows. The cool silk sheets touched her bareback and within seconds an insulating layer of small bumps appeared on her smooth skin.

--- Samuel changed. He became obsessed with perfection. The Patron encouraged that obsession. Little by little... Mercy stopped becoming a hospital. It became an experiment. --- Victor lowered his head. "I remember..." he whispered. "He always said perfection required sacrifice." Elena looked at him. "And you believed him." "I did." Victor's voice carried deep regret. "I thought we were changing the world." --- Adrian continued reading aloud. --- Richard wanted to expose everything. Damian wanted to gather enough proof to destroy the Patron forever.

She talked about the kidnapping, about recovery, about learning to feel safe again. "I keep thinking about that pier," she said. "How close it was. If Marcus's sniper had missed—" "But he didn't." "I know. But it was so close, El. One inch. One second. That's all that separated me from—" She didn't finish. She didn't need to. I reached across the table and took her hand. "You're safe now. Victor's in prison. It's over." The lie tasted like ash because it wasn't over. We'd just traded one monster for another, and tonight I'd be committing federal crimes to appease him.

"Anyway, with what's going to happen, Theo will forever be guilty in my eyes!" "Don't tell me that you think Hilary wasn't in the wrong. Sure, she might be weak and frail, but why didn't she call Wesley as soon as she could, calling him only when things escalated and went completely out of control? Is her dignity really worth much more than her daughter's life?" "Excuse me, but are you victim-blaming and shaming her now? Really?" "Alright, stop fighting. I don't think Theo shoved Sandy this time." "Damn it! Theo got kidnapped along with Sandy this time! Help!"

“If you want to blame someone, blame your mother. If she hadn’t egged you on, would this family have turned out like this? “And you’re brainless too. Someone tells you to kill, and you kill. If someone told you to set a fire, would you do that too? Idiot!” Lana thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She opened the gas valve. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she secretly flicked on a lighter. Just as Nancy had said, Lana really did set a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter.

"Every day Damian made me feel worthless. He said I was fat, I was ugly, I didn't deserve to be his wife. And what did he do? He cheated! He spent his time with other women while I was at home, waiting for him, hoping he would change!" "I don't care about all of that," Victor said. "You don't care? I was your daughter-in-law for five years. I loved your son, even though he never loved me back. I tried to be a good wife, even though he always made me feel like I wasn't enough. And now you're blaming me because he's in prison?" Victor's eyes widened, but I wasn't finished. "Is there not a single fault of Damian's in your eyes? Is he truly perfect in your eyes? Has he never made a mistake?"

He opened it under the single bulb, pages brittle with age. The entries were shaky, desperate, ink bleeding through like tears that never quite dried. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep hurting them. But if I stop, they’ll kill me. They’ll kill Cedric. I don’t know what to do. Cedric’s hands shook so bad the book nearly slipped. Linda had been a victim too. She had made terrible choices, sold children for money, lied to protect herself, but she had been trapped, just like him. Just like all of them.