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.

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

It felt like a baptism. The confrontation in Geneva was three weeks past. The public story was a masterpiece of controlled narrative: a tragic internal conspiracy at Rogers Industries, masterminded by the rogue CFO Evelyn Voss and the embittered half-brother Marcus Vale, who had perished in a violent confrontation at a Swiss villa while attempting to sell corporate secrets. Anton Rogers, the courageous CEO, with the aid of external security consultant Sabatine Stalker, had uncovered the plot and prevented a global catastrophe. The stolen prototype was recovered. The official inquiries were ongoing, but the tide of public and legal opinion had turned. The evidence Sabatine had meticulously ga

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.

If any dangerous sounds got too close, he was going to make a run for the door. ‘Wait, who is coming?’ Wilson asked himself in his mind as he heard slight thump-thump sounds approaching him. The walk was clearly unhurried as though the bloodlust in the air did not concern him. That person was Ruthless. He was calmly approaching Wilson. He intended to keep to his own side of the bargain. The grappler named Steph had shown that she was willing to do anything in order to avenge her brother and that included betraying the organization she had dedicated the most part of the life to its cause. And so, Ruthless was going to ensure Wilson remained alive till after the whole squabble was done. He rea

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.

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

The courtroom was colder than I expected. Sleek, gray, clinical—like truth was supposed to be delivered on metal trays and recorded by blinking lights. Victor Thorne sat behind a polished defense table. He looked smaller than I remembered. Paler. Older. But his eyes were the same—shark eyes. Cold. Calculating. When they called me to the stand, my heartbeat slowed instead of raced. I took the oath. Sat down. Spoke clearly. “I was manipulated. Trapped. Threatened. Not just by Jason Hart, but by Victor Thorne—who orchestrated a system that exploited vulnerable women for power and profit. He didn’t just destroy marriages. He orchestrated the destruction of lives.”