Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

I brought out my favourite book, a self-help book. Scanning through reading out a passage from the book we were given at the counselling program I attended the previous day, I was in the middle of that when a message popped up from Thane, I opened it, and to my utter bewilderment, he had sent me a picture of himself half naked!

It was then she began to piece the puzzle together. Carlos had called her out to meet up and it just so happened that she stumbled upon the victim during her time there. It was all starting to make sense to her. “No, Carlos would not do such a thing to me.” She fell to the ground in despair, weeping profusely as she struggled to accept the harsh reality before her. True to Carlos’ words, an hour later, the lawyer paid her a visit, urging her to sign the divorce papers. By this time, Valerie was already locked in a prison cell.

With a sudden surge of strength, Elena slammed Jasmine into the wall, and Elena's fists continued to rain down blows on Jasmine until she slid to the floor, unconscious. The inmates burst out into cheers, their voices echoing as they celebrated Elena's victory. The sound of sirens filled the air, followed by the crash of batons on the floor. The police stormed into the room, and as they shocked Elena with a stun gun, her body fell to the ground, unconscious. ********** Elena's eyes gazed blankly at the grey walls of her solitary confinement, her mind a maze of thoughts and emotions. Memories flooded her mind, each one a painful reminder of her downfall.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

He quickly summoned his Beta and ordered, "Look into this now! Five years ago, Zora's father had a kidney transplant. I want to know who really gave him the kidney!" By the next morning, his Beta had uncovered everything from back then. As Simon read through the stack of evidence handed to him, his jaw clenched in fury. He stroked my cheek gently, his voice choking with emotion. "I knew it. Zora was always so kind and pure… How could she have done something so cruel? It's all my fault for believing what others said and misunderstanding her. "But don't worry, Zora. I'll make this right. I'll get justice for you—I won't let Laila get away with this!"

[Author’s Note: End of Mukgu’s POV] No one’s POV: After three months, Mukgu kept on failiing the interviews and all. She was really working hard for her w*****n to be approved and pass the job applications. Despite of her accomplishments from her university, the w*****n companies kept on rejecting her because of the w*****n she created. The title was My Perfect Boyfriend. It was her story with Mingchan.

And there, in the corner, was the flower I'd carefully pinned at Gloria's waist before she left that morning. The progress score dropped from one percent to zero. The system gave me another option: if I didn't want to go through the pain of failing my mission, I could link myself to the Perfect Partner Program and become the partner Gloria wanted. Back then, I'd hesitated. "What if she notices something's wrong with me?" The system had always sounded cold and emotionless. But that answer felt colder than anything before. "If she doesn't love you anymore, she won't notice." Yeah.

And I had fallen for it so stupidly, so naively. Why did I have to become his target? Why me? Maybe because I was miserable and desperate for even the smallest crumbs of affection. He had chosen his victim well. He’d been so eager for me to have his child. Was that the ultimate trap? To tie me to him forever so he could make my life even more miserable? How could someone so good-looking be so utterly evil? I had believed in him so completely. I had placed my faith in him. I thought he was perfect… too perfect.

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I found myself step slowing down as I could barely see my own reflection in the transparent glass door as I was making my way out of the bookstore. I just walked the distance from the store to the campus then, I went to a place where there were only a few people. After finding an empty bench near the outdoor fountain placed near my department building, I took a seat and opened the book on pages one-hundred-one and one-hundred-two, where I left a bookmark earlier before I took a quick shower. I looked at my wristwatch and found out that I still have 20 minutes before my class starts. So I decided to catch some z's in the classroom.