Vicky Monster Prom Novels & Stories

The street lights flickered past, Luca’s jaw locked, his eyes forward, his hands trembling on his gun. Noa’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. A message. Got your monster. Try and take him. -D. The van swerved as Noa’s scream split the night.

Tori's face appeared in my vision once more and my sister kissed me deeply as I tried to gather my wits after such an intense climax. "What the hell Vicky?!" I gasped. "Are you a witch?" Both of my lovers giggled, and I felt cool air on my cock as Vicky stood up from me. A wet squelch echoed the wet popping sound my dick slipping from Vicky's pussy, and my lover climbed to her feet on unsteady legs. "Maybe just a little," she winked at me. She pressed her thighs together tightly and I had a feeling she was trying to stop herself from leaking. Had she wanted my cum? Did she want to get pregnant?

The doctor went inside and got to Vicky who was fuming with anger. “Hey. You asked me to tell this Aiden guy to take care of you. I have told him exactly that. But you never mentioned that he was a hunk, girl. You are lucky!” the doctor seemed starstruck, “Is he Aiden Lockwood?” “Can you please stop speaking?” Vicky spat with rage, “Gosh! You are a chatterbox! Let me think. What should I come up with to trap him further?” She thought aloud. “Oh, I have told him that you have miscarried and …” Slap!

*VICKY* I heard the sounds of Leon's screams as I gave into the void. They were utterly heartbreaking. I wanted to open my eyes…I wanted to stay with him. As Vicky, as Victoria, it didn't matter anymore. I just wanted to be with Leon. My Blood Bond. My mate.

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

She ignored me completely, her eyes locked on Damian like I was a smudge on his sheets. “I came to talk, and I find you with her? After everything I—” Damian groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Nancy, get out. It’s too early for your drama.” Too late. I could already hear footsteps rushing toward the room. Vicky appeared instantly, her hair in a relaxed, messy bun, wearing one of Elis’s comfy MIT shirts that gently draped to her thighs. I blinked. Seriously? Did she fuck him already? “Yo, babe, you good??? That couldn’t be yo loud-ass self screamin’ like the world endin’ a few minutes ago, right??

"But it's my first time seeing a frontline winner look so utterly broken." Vicky let out a sharp hiss but didn't push the confrontation further, her years of fighting Ronan keeping her from drawing her blades in the common barracks. She stormed past us, intentionally slamming her armored shoulder against Ronan’s chest before throwing a murderous glare in my direction and vanishing down the dark stairs. "Let her run," Ronan muttered, watching the door swing shut. "She’s been bloated on high-table accolades since she was a pup; it’s about time she tasted what the dirt feels like."

Vicky remained vigilant. Meanwhile, Vicky lacked guidance at home to temper his involvement with the lascivious lady. One day, as dark clouds gathered, Vicky sat in her parlour, playing with her daughter. She asked him to go upstairs, closed the door, and followed him, citing the approaching storm. As he turned to leave, she embraced him, attempting to kiss him and caress his muscular body with unbridled passion. Vicky, frightened, tried to break free, but she begged him to hold her tight and press his body against hers.

Ciaran pushed his alpha command towards her. "You of all people should know that the alpha command does not work on hybrids who are in control of there counter parts. I'm Vicky. I've been hunting the vampires for years after they murdered my family." She said staring at her nails in mock interest. "Well then, you are welcome to join us." Ciaran gestured towards the training center, she laughed humorlessly. "No thanks, it's torture enough just watching." Vicky cocked her hip to the side to prop her hand on.

“And? The fuck that got to do with you?” Vicky stepped closer, voice low and venomous. “Rule number one in my club: you do not fall in love with these niggas. They come, they spend, they leave. You keep that pussy wet and that smile bright, but your heart locked the fuck up. You understand me?” I laughed softly. “Who said I fell for him?” “Please.” Vicky rolled her eyes. “You practically crying over that dude.” I laughed right in her face, stepping even closer so we were damn near nose to nose.