Pokemon Victor Novels & Stories

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

Arthur roared. "Mind your boy, Mila, or I will cut him for you," Victor replied sarcastically. “Anyway, if you think your boy can defeat my army, then you are joking. Our men are huge, are strong, and do not bow to anyone. And they will crush your handful of men like this,” and he squeezed his hands dramatically to demonstrate the crushing of men.

"Stop holding back." Jax growled. He lunged. It was a fast attack. Jax was one of the best fighters in the territory. He feinted left and struck right, aiming a kick at Victor’s ribs. Victor did not block. He did not dodge. He simply caught Jax’s leg. There was a dull thud of flesh hitting palm. Victor held the Beta’s leg in mid-air. He looked bored. "Too slow," Victor murmured. He tossed Jax aside. It looked effortless, like he was tossing a ragdoll. Jax flew ten feet and landed in a snowbank with a groan.

Her image convulsed one last time before blinking out entirely. The platform darkened. Silence fell. Victor backed away, hands shaking not with guilt but euphoria. “You think you’ve been protecting her all this time, Damien. But really, you’ve just been delaying the inevitable. The world doesn’t need a fragile queen. It needs a digital god.” Damien surged forward despite the pain, tackling Victor into the corner. They collided with the server wall, fists flying. Victor fought back hard, trained, and brutal. The two men grappled, grunted, and cursed— neither holding back.

Bradley's words echoed in my mind. I forced myself to focus on the stream again and noticed that the viewer count had climbed past 100,000. How was that even possible? Did top influencers really pull in audiences like this on a regular basis? One viewer in particular, "The Alpha Brat," kept spamming the so-called premium gifts. He repeatedly sent the highest-value tips. I had not seen him pause for even a minute. I checked the tip rankings and saw that The Alpha Brat had already given Victoria 40,000 dollars in total. I could hardly believe it. Victoria had somehow earned that much money in a single livestream.

But he didn't like being hit and let muscle memory take over and within two seconds he was holding the hysterical woman with her hands twisted behind her back with his left hand and his right hand holding her head facing away from him so that she couldn't bite his hand off, she looked like a biter from the way she was baring her teeth; he swore he felt the muscles in his forearm spasm for a second after he saw the sharp white teeth. They say all good things come in threes, in Yoshiki's case, it was all bad things come in threes, while the immobilized her hand he forgot all about her legs, and that is why he ended in the miserable position on the floor, the little bitch kicked her leg back an

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

He was shocked to see the darkness that came from him. Silas fought with all his might, his powers aiding him in the fight. In the end, he utterly defeated the entire rogue wolves, with the display of his new found powers. He then faced Stiles, his old time rival. Basking in the rage of the curse, he smiled devilishly and said

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid. "You can't stay," Malcolm had whispered, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. "Victor is already hunting the rest of your bloodline. If you stay, you’re a corpse. If you leave, you’re a legend." At the gate, the young girl—eyes haunted and hollow—had gripped his hand. "Why are you helping me?"