The Perfect Victim Book Novels & Stories

“You’re not alone, Amelia. I’ll keep saying it until you truly believe it.” She looked at him, a small, hesitant smile appearing. “You’re determined, I’ll give you that.” “I have no choice,” he responded, his gaze steady. “You’re worth it.” After a pause, Amelia spoke softly, “I want Mrs. Melissa to come and stay with me.” Jake stood up straight, a satisfied look on his face. “Consider it arranged.” In her opulent penthouse, Catherine sank into a luxurious velvet chair, a glass of wine in hand as she sifted through the files Detective Reynolds had sent. Her eyes carefully examined each document.

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.

She also added. "No way!!!" I screamed which made some people to look at me and some shook their head afterwards. My eyes met with his again as the glare he was giving me this time was more deadlier. He faced back afterwards. "Are you mad? Do you realise what you are saying? It definitely not going to happen." I said to her I saw a girl as she walked towards him, she looked very beautiful. Her blonde hair fitted her perfectly, the cloth she was putting on exposed her cleavages and it also has a slit making her thigh to be revealed.

She remained rooted to that same point and she was looking at the car, expression blank. I love this woman to bits. And it hurts. Way too much. ********** ~Kunmi~ After the whole social perfect girl thingy and Sophia giving it up for Aminah, I don't even know what to think. Is it bad if I should add Witch to her name now? What's going on in that girl's head, I had no idea. I don't even know what she's capable of doing and how far she'd go just to get what she wants.

“Do not worry, everything is alright, for now.” She halfway assures and not as she is looking for some spot and mark that the two might leave on her. The victim that is the perfect prey for the demons to become a hunter. But as she surveys her eyes and look carefully at her, nothing seems a miss. She’s clean, but for now. “Miss.”

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

She was so painfully thin now that she barely had any strength left, so fighting her off was easier than dealing with a child throwing a tantrum. I leaned in close and spoke quietly into her ear. "What did I do? Funny you should ask. You know exactly what you did. Nothing stolen stays with you forever. Sooner or later, it gets taken back." Her eyes flew open. "You know about the—" She cut herself off so fast it was almost funny. Then, she switched to a pitiful expression just as quickly. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked over at Damian, as if she were the victim in all this.

Rebecca had moved faster than he could have imagined. She had turned the tables completely, painting herself as the victim while dragging Bianca and him through the mud. Rebecca North's Post An innocent girl, naive and hopeful, thought she had met her prince. She believed in him, only to realize he pursued her not out of love, but for her identity as a corporate successor. Lately, I've been accused of being the third party between my sister and her boyfriend. In truth, I had no idea. He said he loved me.

She grabbed at her throat, choking and coughing before she collapsed on the ground. I waited around five minutes before she stood back up with a grin. “Claudia, I assume?” I checked. “Yes, who are you?” She asked. “I’m Zepher, I’m running an errand for your sister Priscilla. All I have left to do is resurrect Eric and she will release my lover.” I informed her. She clapped her hands happily, “I love a good black mail.” I rolled my eyes, damn ancient vampires. No matter how they presented themselves to others, they were rotten deep down. Their humanity long gone.

No matter if he irritated her and how much he claimed to hate her, despite knowing he had an obsession with her. He was persistent in the beginning and ended up getting what he wanted. Ruining it all just like that. Then he lost her. And she fell in the arms of another, Angelo. My heart ached at the thought. She had him and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much hatred I spread, I'd still be the villain. As much as I am the villain, I am too the victim. As heartless as I seemed, I wasn't numb. I felt.