Verosika X Striker Novels & Stories

I laughed silently at the wicked idea, Josh’s voice bringing me back to reality. “And these two men, I guess I have introduced them earlier. But, let me do that again. This is Bastien and he specializes in private security. He’s snapped the head of more than a few people who have crossed his clients and this is Sean—” “Sean?” A silent growl rumbled from my throat as I followed the direction he was staring at. Her. My Verena. From the moment he walked in, almost losing his balance as he gawked at her, I knew he was going to be a fucking problem.

Trying to free my hand. Then Veronica noticed. Her expression darkened instantly. “You’re still fighting?” I looked directly at her. “Yes.” That answer made her furious. She grabbed my face harshly. “You think Liam’s coming?” “He will.” When she heard my answer she strike across my face again harder this time. My lip split instantly. Warm blood filled my mouth. Still… I stared back at her anyway. Because if I showed fear now I genuinely believed she’d become worse. Veronica’s breathing became uneven.

They fist bumped but otherwise kept quiet. “What are we playing?” Veronica looked sad as she held her face up with her hand. “Maybe we just need to get you laid?” I couldn’t help but smile at her. “Grim! Your studly services are required!” I yelled, to Veronica’s horror. “DEMI!” “My what?” Grim came out and looked at our game. “Victoria needs some dick tonight.” “Well, shit. All you had to do was ask.” Grim sat down next to Veronica. “I didn’t.” She leaned away, but Grim pulled her back. As much as she tried to hide her smile, she was failing.

“I’m not defending him!” Conner laughed. “Then what do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that Lev is a good guy and I’m a scumbag?” For a moment, Conner’s gaze changed. His eyes focused and filled with hatred. “He’s just like me. Playing with girls to suck—” Conner stopped to swallow his spit. It seemed he was about to say suck blood, but held it back. “—take advantage of them.” Vero was stunned by Conner’s words and he took the opportunity to raise his hand to her breast and try to remove her bikini. Vero struggled and screamed, hoping someone would come and save her.

Vera turned and looked at him, green eyes gleaming as she lit another cigarette. “You know,” she whispered, tracing a finger down his scarred chest, “Victor wasn’t alone when I left. There was someone else there, someone who hated him more than I did.” Kane’s eyes widened. Vera took a slow drag, smiling sweetly. “But maybe I’m just saying that so you’ll come fuck me again tomorrow.” She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Either way, Kane… you’re already in too deep with me.” ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

She pouted her lips in a cute way that made him to give up. “Let mom return then we'll figure out what to do together.” “Are you sure?” He scoffed. “I'm a master planner, are you doubting me?” “Of course not. If it works I'll talk to Vero on your behalf, it seems like the lady also likes you.” “Who's Vero?” “Your nemesis.” Charles widened his mouth. He huffed and looked away. “You mean that castigator.” “I know you're stalking her, you like her but I don't know why you two are always criticizing each other.” She chuckled mockingly.

“Victor did.” “I’ll deal with him,” Thiago said. “But Veron’s playing a longer game now. She’s tied to the Santoro cleanup. She has contacts I need.” I stepped back, arms crossing. “I’m not going to play nice with a woman who once offered to suck your soul out in front of me.” He smirked. “You’re jealous.” “Damn right I am,” I snapped. “You told me I was yours, remember? You’re not allowed to make me believe that and then expect me to share the room with a venomous shadow in red satin.”

"But Brielle, it’s always me…." "No, ladies first…. I support Brielle with my full chest… Aurora winked, and Nini drew her hand, and they walked towards the game room…." Sasha hissed… "Nini will always be a kiss-ass, kissing Brielle's ass…" "I hate her," Vera said, folding her hand under her breath…. "We know," Sierra said, entering Sasha and Vera's midst, and Sasha scoffed, walking away… "She is so proud…. Because she is a striker…. I hate her," Vera snapped….

Rodri's POV “Want another drink, handsome?” The stripper purred in a seductive tone, wrapping her long, shiny fingers around the expensive champagne in the ice bucket on my table. I opened my eyes half way to look at her. She was sitting on my thighs, straddling me, with one hand in my hair, and her voluptuous breasts in front of my face. I answered gruffly, “I’m good. Pour yourself a drink, if you want some.”