Verosika X Striker Novels & Stories

The man, revealing himself as Victor, nodded solemnly. "We're not saviors, but we help those in need, captured by Alex. People that Hadila thinks are worthy of saving. You can stay here until you figure things out." Grateful, I asked, "Can you help me get in touch with someone?" Victor raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "Her name is Josie," I replied, handing him her number realizing she was my only connection as Davis usually had an harassment filter on his phone which might not accept any one call

Sevvy slipped cautiously through the doorway. “Close the door and speak.” “Boss, there’s nothing to report.” The wolf shifter shut the door firmly behind him. “A person named Vera Strelnikova doesn’t exist. The trail is wiped so clean there’s nothing to dig up.” “You must be joking. Humans can’t forge documents that perfectly without leaving a trace. Did you check social media? Run her photo through the databases?” “I’m telling you—there’s nothing. No girls resembling her in any database. No deleted or active social media photos either.”

Aries chuckled, amused by her reaction, and took a step closer, his hand encircling her waist, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Her eyes flew open and her trembling hand attempted to free herself from his grip, but he only tightened his hold and she felt pressed against his chest. “You’re the most innocent stripper I’ve ever met!” he whispered. Her nostrils flared with anger as she turned to sharply snap at him. “I’m not a strip…” Before she could even finish speaking, Aries leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The proximity, his strong arms around her waist, and the demanding kiss forced Veronica to surrender, and the memories of kissing a stranger in the dark alley resurface

said Lorensius at last. Jessica smiled sadly. She then nodded slowly. "Before that, I want to confirm something," said Lorensius doubtfully. "What?" "Are you still a virgin?" "Yes!"

You disappoint me! She does not underestimate the woman's work, nor does she have a problem with what she makes a living for. Truth is, she doesn't give a damn about her or anyone. She was just unlucky because she was the woman who became the fiancée of the man she was flirting with. She won't let them just play with her feelings and make a fool of herself. "Tell me everything about her, Argus." "Veronica Vidal, she's 23. Her friends called her Bibi. Her mother is sick and she has three siblings, younger than her. She's been working at a strip club for five years now. And she and Diether met at a strip party."

—If you managed to suspect me at the park, you should open your eyes to others around you. I take a deep breath, deciding to end the game. —Okay, since you want it this way... Heitor, come in. Heitor, one of my father’s trusted men, enters armed. Verônica looks at him with hatred. —What are you going to do? I give a cold smile. —Since you don’t want to cooperate, you can deal with him. She raises her chin, defiantly. —I can handle him. I turn to Heitor, maintaining my coldness. —Finish her off and show that you don’t mess with a Rivera.

You can’t match my strength. Veronica’s eyes grew colder as she asserted, ‘Are you really ready for a showdown? I’ll take you on till the end.’ Brayden, unwavering, started moving forward, stating, ‘Step aside.’ Veronica immediately stepped in his path, adamant, ‘You’re not getting in there. Do you get that?’ Brayden, wearing a frown, attempted to manoeuvre around her and continue into the building, but Veronica stood her ground. In a fit of anger, Veronica leapt and aimed a kick at Brayden from behind.

I retort and watch as everyone freezes, stunned into silence. The control slipped right from my fingers again. This is just great! “ It’s not a big deal. ” I add to make them unfreeze, but it only shocks them more. “ I mean…I am a man too. Is it that big of a deal that I love a woman?! ” Striker is the first one to rise from his spot. His lips are pressed in a thin line, and he looks like he is about to go to war right this moment. He walks towards me, carefully sidestepping Elita’s feet. I lift my brows, wondering what he wants.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.