Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

I am doing my rumprinsga without the agreement of the community because I am in search of freedom and the lack of skill and knowledge is a weakness to my dream. Suddenly a car drove past me at full speed and almost hit me. I fell on the tarmac with a cry, which made me cough because the beautiful car had kicked up dust. I grumbled through my teeth; -tchh! Beasts I tell you! But to my surprise the car slowed down and reversed. I felt worried, the car was imposing and had a tinted window...I was a alone and helpless woman abandoned on a deserted highway... I was the Perfect Victim! I stood up quickly when the car stopped at my level and as the window rolled down to reveal the most...beautifull

Now there wasn’t even a mugshot to frame as a memento of my hollow victory. A sinking pit of despair loomed before me. No matter what I did, Vanessa always came out on top. But I couldn’t give in now. I refused to accept that this was a world where people with zero morals could walk around like heroes. “How could this happen? She said she had a powerful friend… Could he really have erased everything?” Raymond rested his chin on intertwined fingers as if contemplating. “Unfortunately, anything is possible with enough money. I’ve seen cases where a perpetrator as guilty as sin turns the case on the victim, and wins.”

"You really had nothing to do with this?" "No ma. I swear I didn't do any of it. I touched the oxygen mask while trying to help Miss Precious." Christabel said resisting the strong urge to cry. "Mother, Christabel only helped Precious." Monica father who has just walked in said and found his way to the couch. "I believe she is also a victim. The worst person is the hit and run perpetrator who has not turned herself/himself in. Who does that kind of horrible thing," he shook his head slowly and finally sat down. "That person is the most terrible and wicked person on earth! With a dead conscience!"

he clearly decided to change the subject. "Well… It's about a guy… seeking for vengeance," I generalized, hoping to skip anything that could make me reveal that I based the main character on him. "Really?" he smirked, "What kind of a guy he is?" "Much like you…" I thought but of course, I couldn't say it out loud. I sticked with a simple description. "He's a smart, and vicious perfectionist," I replied. He snickered then gave me a profound gaze as like he could read every thought that crossed my mind.

I was going to poison you both next—and that brother of mine who never liked me! She smirked, looking at Mom and Dad's horrified faces. "You must have realized it by now. The bruise on my hand wasn't from a bump—it was Danica's bite mark. All I did was try to slap her, but she bit me. I should have pulled out all her teeth!" Looking at the psychotic Ravenna, Mom and Dad finally understood that they had been wrong all these years. They had spoiled and raised a monster. After Ravenna was imprisoned, word of her crimes spread among the inmates. They despised her heartlessness and betrayal.

he replied, and I shook my head. "We can take the secret passage together, but I will not hide from him. We secure Axel into your room and face your dad together." I responded. "I just want to remind you I am now your wife, Ashton, and it was all because of me that you are in this situation. If you only married someone from the elite society, you could have a perfect life." I added, and his face softened. "I'd rather live in a chaotic world with you than in a peaceful place without you. I know there is nothing perfect in this world, but having you in my life is perfection, and whenever I am with you, it will always be heaven by your side, Meg." He responded.

Perfect For Me Victor, for the first time, thought he might faint from her pelvic tightening around his hardened heart. When she released him, he plunged in and out of her flesh like a scandalous hummingbird seeking the most wanton of nectars. Dynasty felt a new and unfamiliar feeling that tore through her like lightning.

It was Sika's and by the first bunch, my vision was already getting blurry I was internally pleading them to leave me alone, to let me be. I needed someone to come get me. For the first time I needed someone to save me. I was defenseless, helpless, facing one of my hardest beatings in my life. This was proof that I can never have a peaceful time. This was proof that justice, wasn't anything anymore. If somebody was murdered, vengeance wouldn't bring them back to life but it was like allowing the dead to rest in peace. Getting justice for somebody was sort of the same- except it was nothing once that person got out prison.

“Turns out Ava was contacted to speak on the case. She said he didn’t do anything, and her crazy sister lied to her parents. They believed her because she was the victim, so her words were the catalyst. Your sister let him out, and I can’t for the life of me understand why.” I thought about it, then glanced at the letters. “When I was in uni, I took a small psychology class. I wanted to see a therapist to deal with my problems, but I didn’t want to spend that much money. I figured i could psychoanalyze myself. The mentality of a victim is such that they don’t want to consider themselves victims sometimes. For somebody like Ava, she went out of her way to find this. She fails to see that it w

I say hesitantly, and there's a long pause between us "I once read a book where a woman abducted her Madam and two rapists after escaping sex trafficking. She, of course, tortured them in some of the same ways they did her and killed one while her boyfriend and friend killed the other two. I clung to the satisfaction I imagined she felt as she watched them all die before her. I told myself I didn't really get to enjoy the deaths of the other two and that once I found Horace, I would get my closure." "And did you?" I say