V E Schwab Vicious Series Novels & Stories

Kevin looked at their hands for a brief moment before his gray eyes bored deep into hers. His stare was threatening as if saying 'go against me and see how badly you'd end up.' Emma however still tried to escape his sensual touch. She fiercely gouged her nails into his flesh but he didn't budge. Just as she was about to make another futile effort to push his hand away from her thigh, he grabbed her wrist. "Take it off, and see what happens," Kevin whispered into her ear, his tone filled with a warning. Emma glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat. There was no doubt in her mind—Kevin didn't make empty threats.

A wide shot showing both storefronts, the twelve feet of sidewalk between them circled in red like evidence in a crime documentary. The article painted a neat little story. Former Voss Group CEO Killian Voss relocates to Seattle after a mysterious departure from the family empire. His "former flame" Sera Winters, previously involved in a public incident at his engagement party two years ago, happens to work at the coffee shop directly next to his new venture. Coincidence? Sources close to the Thorn family suggest otherwise. "Sources close to the Thorn family." I didn't almost laugh this time. I was past laughing. She'd told me it was coming and she'd delivered exactly on schedule.

7 VIKTOR She was learning quickly, too quickly. There was a dangerous edge to her now, a sharpness that mirrored my own. She moved through the world with the same calculated ruthlessness I had spent years perfecting. We orchestrated chaos together. A corrupt politician who refused to bend to my will—dead, his body found in the trunk of his own car. A rival who dared to encroach on my territory—disappeared, his empire crumbling under the weight of whispers and fear. Sabrina was at the center of it all, her hands stained with the evidence of our reign.

“You’re protecting someone. Why? What do you gain?” Victor’s smile faded, replaced by a cold seriousness. “Survival. You’ve built an empire, Mrs. Vanderbilt. But empires make enemies. Be careful where you step.” Lucas’s fists clenched. “Is that a threat?” “A warning,” Victor said, standing. “One you’d be wise to heed.” --- Uncovering the Network The next morning, Chris sent Sophia and Lucas an encrypted file containing Victor’s financial records. “I’ve traced his connections,” Chris said over a video call. “Victor’s tied to a larger syndicate that specializes in corporate sabotage. They’ve targeted companies like V Corp before, using similar tactics.”

RIVAL’S POV The morning started the same: fists, blood, and money. Another debtor, another idiot who thought Vega’s name didn’t mean anything anymore. His apartment reeked of old food and fear. The second I kicked his chair out from under him, he folded. Spilled excuses, promises, even tried offering up his watch like it meant something. I broke two of his fingers before he coughed up the cash. Thomas flinched at every crack. “Jesus, Rival…” he muttered as I stuffed the roll into my jacket.

That’s probably the only thing keeping her from losing it—picturing all the creative ways she could make betrayal feel like a warm-up. He watches me as he sits next to me at the head of the table. I feel his gaze even when he says nothing. His thumb brushes against my knuckles now and then, just enough to remind me I am safe, just enough to steady my pulse. Xavier is mid-sentence, talking about some new gym partnership, his tone casual, charismatic. Also acting very normal. The man could sell vitamins to a corpse. Next to him, Dawn is nodding, eyes occasionally flicking to me like she is keeping a pulse on my sanity.

All she could feel now was the hollow weight of what she had just done, and the consequences that could follow. Every part of her wanted to scream at Ruth. To demand why she kept dragging her into these deals, these dangerous games. But Avyanna knew better than to voice it. She had no choice. Ruth wasn’t just a friend—she was a lifeline. A partner. And this transaction, this dangerous dance with the edges of the criminal world, was their daily work. Mendez’s reach had woven itself into their lives years ago, and it was a deal that couldn’t be broken, not without consequences.

"You're the only one I want." Then, before I can even breathe—his t*ngue finds me. I cry out, hands flying to his hair. "Ughhh, ohhhhh, fu...f*ck...Ru...ruth..hmmmm..." The first stroke is slow, torturous, like he's savoring every second. Then, he does it again. And again. My knees almost buckle. Ruther's grip tightens, locking me in place, his fingers digging into my fl*sh. "Stay still," he commands against me, the vibration of his voice sending shivers straight through my core.

" Mr.V listened quietly, nodding here and there as Frost explained the details of the project. He looked at the spreadsheet laid on the table and kept referring back to the documents to verify everything that was being said. For Mr. V to get to where he was, he had learned to be a quiet listener but a quick learner, picking important details and knowing the pros and cons within minutes of a business transaction. As they were busy negotiating, the footsteps of the receptionist's high heels were heard as she came off the lift. The men's heads rose only for Frost to go stiff releasing a very cold aura that shook Leo. Frost looked up, his eyes turning red with anger. He slowly rose, causing Leo

However, I was stunned to see Valerio sitting at the small bar in the living room, holding a glass of whiskey, shaking it and observing the content as if deliberating whether to drink it or not. “When he said you were going to come back, I didn’t believe him,” he said to me as I stopped in my tracks while making my way to climb the stairs, intending to ignore him. Yet, something pushed me to continue moving, and my curiosity got the better of me. “I told you were the most determined person I have ever seen, and giving up is something you would never do,” he continued. I turned to look at him, my hands tucked in my pocket, giving him a sarcastic look. “Don’t pretend you know me; we’re not fri