روايات وقصص ضمن Vergil Motivated

“Have I not given you my body and soul? I chose you over the woman I love. Why did you let that vile thing happen to Charlotte? Why am I being punished for a sin I did not commit?” Present Vergilius moved and crouched before his younger self. Gildeon expected to see anger or pity, but the elder vampire’s face was unreadable. “I was to be hanged in a few hours,” Present Vergilius said. “I once believed nothing could shake my faith. I was certain that choosing duty over love was the right decision.” “Knowing what you know now,” Gildeon asked, “would you have chosen differently?”

"And I'm grateful for that protection. But I also know that you can see potential in people. You wouldn't have spent three days training me if you didn't think I could succeed." Lilith's fingers drummed against the arm of her chair as she considered my words. "I understand that most women aren't ready this quickly. But I'm not most women. I have a specific motivation that drives me beyond normal limits." "And what motivation is that?" "Love," I said simply. "The kind of desperate, all-consuming love that makes a person willing to sacrifice everything for a single chance at happiness." Lilith leaned forward, her curiosity clearly piqued. "Love for whom? For Salvatore?"

"Because a monster killed the men who hurt you, you give him the right to turn other women to stone? You give him the right to treat me like a piece of livestock? Like a prize mare to be bred?" Finally, Eric turned his head, and his beautiful eyes were filled with crushing exhaustion. "It doesn't justify anything. I am not a good man, Genevieve. I stopped playing the righteous judge a long time ago. But loyalty isn't about doing what is right. It’s about a debt. Vergil gave me a life when the rest of the world wanted to stomp my skull into the gravel. I owe him my breath. I owe him my blade. I owe him everything."

"Apologize? After she walked out? After she told me to go fuck myself? Why in God's name would I beg that girl to come back?" Her expression didn't flicker. "Because, Killian, she proved she is not motivated by money, and she is not motivated by your friend. She proved she has the fire and the conviction to stand up to an Ashford. She is a true asset. She is the only person who has ever truly challenged your apathy."

Their motivations were complex, driven by a blend of genuine concern for Roman pride and a subtle play for political power. Titus Aurelius, a charismatic orator with a lineage traced back to the great generals of ancient Rome, had always been a fervent advocate for preserving Roman traditions. His family had long held sway in the Senate, and Titus saw himself as the guardian of the city's heritage. The idea of Romans being overshadowed by Athenian influence within their own political arena was anathema to him.

I needed some courage to finish the conversation. “Does the thought of me wanting you disgust you, Willow?” I shook my head immediately. “No. It is unbelievable… impossible. But not disgusting.” If I didn’t shut my mouth, I would ramble on. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “We will have to work on your self-confidence some other time,” he said finally. “For now, answer a few questions for me, okay?” “Go ahead. Ask away.” "From what Virgil told me, you worked so you could get out of Atkins and live a better life, Is that correct?"