Vicky Genocidal Novels & Stories

They saw other cars following them and people staring at the scene with confusion. “Lose them, lose them!” shouted William. “Perhaps I need to interfere,” said Vicky after loading her guns. William looked at the weapons and sighed, “I thought we said no kills.” “Boss, these men want us all dead. I don’t think anyone deserves to live. Not after all the things they’ve done to us. I’m not ready to forget,” said Vicky coldly. William ran his fingers in his hair and sighed, “Right, get them away from us.”

I warned her. “Tell Nazar to find that brainless bitch. Because of her—” The fury clawed its way up my throat, threatening to rip me apart. “—because of her, we almost lost everything. Vicky is pregnant. She nearly miscarried.” “Shit!” Mikhail cursed. “We’ll find her. My guys are already on it.” I didn’t doubt that for a second.

“No more waiting.” Lily’s brow furrowed, arms crossed tightly. “Kill her?” Her voice wavered. “Can’t we just... scare her? Maybe rough her up a little? I don’t want blood on my hands.” Vicky, ever the viper, bared her fangs in a sneer. “You claim to be a vampire, yet you tremble at the sight of blood? Pathetic. You whimper like a frightened human.” Lily’s jaw tightened. “I’m not soft… just not a psychopath.”

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

“She likes to tell people to go deep throat a cactus or to sit on a cactus when they piss her off, so we always have a cactus available to her when she does interrogations.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve heard my mother say that multiple times, not just to my dad but to Killian and their Royal Gamma, Cormac. Killian picks up the silver knife, walks back to the rogue, and presses the blade to his exposed skin. The rogue tries to keep the pain off of his face, but we can see the pain in his eyes. “So, why are you rogues coming onto our pack territory?” Killian asks. “Fuck you!” The rogue grits out.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Valerie woke the next morning sick to her stomach over how she behaved last night. She couldn’t believe she had not only stripped for Damien on the roof where anyone could have come out and seen her, but also practically begged him to finger her, bringing her to one of the best orgasms she had in a while. How could she have done that to Holly? How could she have succumbed to her lust that quickly. She stripped in front of her friend’s boyfriend, throwing herself at him. She sighed as she jerked the covers off her still-naked body. “I’m such a bitch.”

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