Sinjin #victorious Novels & Stories

At that moment, Jared was coming towards me with that smile still plastered on his face. He thought he was winning and he was though that wasn't what I wanted. I stood like I was waiting for him but this time, instead of meeting his kick, I swiped his hand and he hit air. I then held that hand and pushed him to the front and the momentum he had come with helped. I twisted him and dug my nails in his back and I came out with that silver item. Jared screamed and fell on his knees when he realized what I had done. "You... You... What have you done?" He asked.

Dacre I swore under my breath as the knuckle weapon guy stepped out of the battleground while Aaron stepped in. Aaron had been a close friend once. But I never saw eye to eye with him. And, the fact that he was nominated for this battle meant only one thing. I would be able to even out things and seek vengeance. An eye for an eye. Aaron was tall and well-built, we were almost of the same height. His brown face was littered with scars and a particularly nasty one ran from his eyebrow to his nose.

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Of course, he knew of him. He was well-known for having a fierce approach as the Jungler. He was like a wolf in the wild. There was bloodshed wherever he went. Leon shook his hand. “It's nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Leon Batton. My ID in the game is S.” Immediately after that, a youngster with short, thick, golden hair extended his hand to him. He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.”

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

The same girl's voice came from the side. " He is our pack's alpha,Juliana .He did not need any trial . If Knox says he is guilty then he is guilty. Whatever he does is all good for our pack".Another girl's voice came from the side. Hearing her words I turned to the side. A beautiful redhead was smirking . Her eyes were fixed on me. Hatred was shining in those green orbs. I could feel her hatred was not because I was a hunter but there was something else.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Only a shaky, broken exhale. Jeremy’s eyes darkened with triumph. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “That’s what I thought, baby girl.”

Not that she's complaining though. "Which team are you cheering for Andre?" She questioned when Max had taken his seat. "The Underdogs." "Who are they?" She asked Innocently. He found out that she knew nothing about this but it delighted him to teach her. "The team wearing white." "Oh..." She gasped. "They're shiny and white. I love the color." "Why?" "It represent sacredness and purity. A very good choice" Andre stared at her as she spoke. The more she talked, the more he wants her to continue. He wanted to know