Vic Vega Novels & Stories

Instinctively biting down on my lip, a metallic taste met my tongue asI tried to keep myself from climaxing. "Do not fucking come yet," He commanded, snaking one hand around my neck as he kept edging me. "Please, please, please! I"I choked, feeling tears fall down my face as cloying pain surged through my entire body. Feeling my pelvis convulse as the vibrator continued to rub against my clit, I lost any remaining control I had and harshly climaxed, completely disobeying Alex's orders. A string of intense and loud cries escaped me as the wand kept piercing against my soaked entrance.

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

S E R I N E Being as aggressive as I always am, "Angelo, I swear I will cut your balls off if you don't give me back my chips," I was willing to kill for chips. Especially, Pringles. They had become my latest addiction since the beginning of this year, which was literally a few days ago. "Yeah right," he smiles at me revealing his dimples- that just adds onto his beautiful face. "Are you-" I furrow my brows, clearing my throat to say this louder. "Are you testing me? Me? Serine Santana Williams?"

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

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This wasn’t simple and if I didn’t act quickly Rhett wouldn’t be coming home. I called Vega. He answered on the second ring. “Eleanor, my favorite person, how are you?” “Where is Rhett?” I asked directly. Vega didn’t even deny. “He’s safe,” he said. “For now.” “What do you want? Money? Information ? Supply contacts?” I quickly fired. “No no. I don't want any of your filthy money.” Vega said. I clenched my teeth. “What do you want? Name your price.”

I suppose that there’s a lot to Fenriz that I don’t know yet, like the fact that he basically owns this entire city. No wonder my father said he was powerful; not only in strength but financially too. A man dressed in a three-piece suit walks toward Fenriz and me and bows slightly. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Vega; your table is this way,” he says, then walks ahead so we can follow him. Mrs. Vega, I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the name. Umiko Vega… Marina Vega. We’re seated soon enough, and Fenriz orders us a light breakfast before we’re left alone again. I watch Fenriz over the table as he steeples his fingers together and rests his chin on them while staring at me.

Getting back to the restaurant, I find the rest already taking their drinks. Jasper had earlier introduced them to me as his detective friends, Ben being their designated driver. Half an hour later, Carmela shows up with a huge smile on her face. I start laughing immediately I see her. I can't imagine she handled that monster back there. “How did it go?” I ask immediately she takes her seat. “Great. I'm ten thousand dollars richer.” She says, taking out the camera from her bag. “Here... Just make sure you don't expose my face!”

On shaky legs, he moved towards the judges. The name of the one who scored the most points was repeated again. His name. Vik is a student of the seventh senior group of the Western School, the son of Livod and Keana. Mist swam before his eyes, he hardly forced himself not to stagger, straightened his shoulders and moved forward. That's not victory, it's suicide. Vic did not look at the heralds, did not look at the judges and Cravius, he only imagined how his face, distorted with anger, looked like. But it was impossible not to look at Tiona, who was rewarding the winner.