Pokemon Victor Novels & Stories

Even when I felt it made my mother love me less but now as Kent laughed and snickered at my hope for our future, it broke me. Before I had always felt alone and useless. Then Kent came along. He gave me hope and a purpose. He changed how I looked at me self. He helped me see myself as someone more powerful, not just Amelia’s secret daughter, the weakest sister, but a woman who could attract the most powerful Werewolf in all of Astoria.

From his research the Black Wolf had the power to do that. He was still dreaming about such an encounter when a maid brought his breakfast. He washed and ate, then with nothing new to read, he decided to go and see Donton. He would tell him about his dream and see if he had new books for him. On his way to Dontons chambers he pass the courtyard where Tok was already out, practicing sword fighting. He paused to watch. Roydo always admired Toks skill, even though Tok had nothing but contempt for him. To Roydo his brother was the best swordsman in the kingdom. But he hated the way Tok bullied and mistreated his sparring partners, like now. Roydo watched uneasily as Tok attacked without mercy. H

If I performed poorly, I might find myself being tortured against that table. With this steely resolve, I quickly dropped toward the little dragon and captured all of him in one swift move. “F*cking goodness!” That was just the beginning. I wanted to please this man in any way I could. I wanted him to reward me for giving him a great time, instead of punishing me for my mere existence. “F*ck yeah! Faster, bi*ch! Faster…” I did exactly as he said, swallowing him whole, then pushing him out of my mouth. I could feel the little dragon violently hitting the back on my throat, but I didn’t care.

"Today, I’m returning the favor." With a single fluid motion, I drove the blade into his chest. It slid through with ease, like butter, and I felt the vibration of his heartbeat stuttering against the steel. I didn’t pull it out. I twisted it, mirroring his own past violence. Vance’s eyes bulged as he choked on a soft, wheezing sound, blood leaking from his mouth as life ebbed away. I watched the light fade from his eyes, leaving them hollow and empty. When I withdrew the blade, he collapsed into a heap of silk and wasted potential.

A framed print clattered to the floor. “I built this company with him!” Victor screamed, his face inches from Davidson’s, his breath hot with whiskey and hate. “I was there in the dirt and the oil when you were still a bible-thumping boy in Texas! I earned it! You just spread your legs for it!” Davidson shoved him back, hard. Victor stumbled, crashing into a low-slung sofa. The two men from Volkov watched, impassively, as if observing a mildly interesting sporting event. This was beneath their intervention.

"You see, Ana, Damien is no match for me. And soon, I'll be unstoppable." Ana spat at him, defiance burning within her. "You'll never win, Victor. Damien will stop you." Victor's smile grew wider. "We'll see about that." As Victor raised his hand to deliver the final blow, Damien sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury. "No!" he roared, launching himself at Victor once more. The two clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, their powers locked in a struggle that shook the very foundations of the room.

"Victor is up there fighting metal with teeth. Move!" Outside, a massive shadow blotted out the sun. Victor, in his full black-wolf form, launched from the top of the clock tower. He was a four-hundred-pound blur of muscle and rage. He collided with a drone mid-air, his jaws locking onto the titanium wing-strut. The screech of tearing metal vied with his guttural snarl. With a violent jerk of his neck, he ripped the wing clean off. The drone spiraled, screaming, into the treeline.

“Are you going to be wet and tight for me?” An involuntary whimper falls from my lips because I’m starting to get real turned on. My pussy is such a hooker. How the hell can it even get wet after what I just went through with Gideon, and for my stepdad no less. He yanks my shorts down my thighs and stands between my legs, grabbing my tits roughly. I’m not at all surprised he’s rough like this. Victor is an intense man in every sense of the word, tall and huge with salt and pepper hair, he always wears a severe expression that makes one cautious when approaching him.

Victor caught it like it was nothing. "I already had the original suit and got it tailored," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "She had two suits, Anne!" Victor shouted, absolutely vibrating. "And now I've got the Power Sword!" He ripped the helmet off so I could see his giant, ridiculous smile. "What the hell are you guys even doing?" I asked flatly. "Poses!" Victor answered like it was obvious. "Join us or be vanquished!" Yesenia struck a dramatic, stupid pose next to him. "He's better than me at this. I should take lessons."

Women were sometimes blinded by their motherly nature and couldn’t see the truth. The truth was, Victor was a well-built guy with a height of about 185cm. He had a huge advantage in a fight against David, who only had the looks but not the muscles. However, Victor had this likable innocent face that made women fall for him. Allegedly, the room he stayed in was cleaned about seven to eight rounds daily. Kelvin shook his head helplessly looking at Chloe’s worried look.