Seras Victoria Novels & Stories

I asked myself Her chest glowed like the sun and her face… her face... “Victoria!!” I thundered. I needed to distract myself from the thought of the new PR specialist. She came running in, her expression a mix of confusion and fear as usual. I looked at her, she was nothing like the new PR specialist. She wore stupid glasses with her hair thrown up in an unkept manner, one would think she was a slave. But Sera, Sera Quinn was the opposite. She carried herself with a distinct air of confidence and smartness. Something about Levi wanting her didn’t sit well with me either.

Serena was completely at his mercy, trembling, wet, and breathing his air. Victor looked down at her. Her wet, dark hair was plastered against her neck, exposing the pale skin he so desperately wanted to mark as his own. Her long eyelashes were clumped together with water, and her rosy lips were parted, breathing in short, shallow gasps.

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You're blocking the light." Victoria Cain didn't wait for an answer. She adjusted her diamond collar in the mirror of the gala’s powder room, her lips curled in a permanent sneer. On the main stage of the National Lycan Council, the announcement was already booming through the speakers. A breakthrough. A serum to stabilize shifting in weak-blooded wolves. "The formula is mine, Victoria. You didn't even change the decimal points in the third line of the protein sequence."

Casa added. Rie automatically clasped the bracelet she was wearing. This was also one thing she feared. Casa stood up and picked a bag from the pile of messy things on the floor. Then she took out a satchel from it. Casa opened the satchel and took out a small vial. “Put a drop of this on your tea before you sleep.” Casa mumbled some spell and in just a few seconds, the vial appeared on Rie’s palm. “It’s only a temporary solution, Rie. Don’t you think it’s time for you to face your fears?”

There is Benz, Range Rover, Chevrolet Jeep ,Nissan Skyline, then there is also another Lamborghini. Satisfaction grew up in Alexis heart after seeing the surrounding of her new home, every where was silent, and full of green which represent life, she was a martial artist, thus she always practiced meditation to clear her mind, she does to clear all the evil in her mind, so that she can concentrated much on her skill. Hence the satisfaction in her heart.

His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags. I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades. “Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit. There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggl

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

[Sera] I freeze behind the counter, my hand hovering over the espresso machine like it's suddenly forgotten how to function. But I force my voice to stay flat, professional. "I'm sorry, miss. We don't provide private conversation services." Victoria's smile doesn't falter. If anything, it deepens, like she's indulging a child throwing a tantrum. "Oh, sweetheart," she says, voice like warm silk, "there's really no need to be so defensive. I'm sure you're very good at what you do... here."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, playful and lazy, with a tone that made one want to listen more, "I ordered them. Beautiful women deserve beautiful drinks. These two cocktails are new here, colorful, and their name sounds nice too, 'colorlife'. Perfect for you." They looked up and saw Xavier, smirking as he watched them. Vega’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but lose her composure, "Wow, so handsome! You’re even more handsome than in high school!" Serena quickly nudged her with her elbow, signaling her to tone it down. She, however, sarcastically said, "Oh, Mr. Blaze, what brings you over here? Didn't you just have a good time drinking with a beautiful lady?"