Vicky Yao Novels & Stories

Girls twisted hard on the poles with their thongs soaked through, boobs bouncing wild, hips grinding rough against the shiny metal like they were fucking it. Rich dudes sat legs spread wide, fancy watches flashing on their wrists. Their cocks were rock-hard, bulging and straining against those expensive pants, looking ready to rip the zipper open any second. Emma pressed her lips right to my ear, breath hot. “Vicky’s at the bar.” Vicky Gavin looked like a straight danger wrapped in high heels. Platinum blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that could freeze you mid-step, black blazer hanging open like she didn’t give a fuck.

Aaron asked, turning to face her. Vicky glanced at the others and then took a few steps away, motioning for Aaron to follow her, which he did. Once they had a bit more privacy, she said, “I’ve decided to stay here.” “In New York?” he asked, unable to believe his ears. “No, but in America. I think… maybe I’ll head out West. I hear there’s quite the Vampire invasion happening in California, and there’s not a lot of leadership out there. I think… I think I’ll try my hand in San Francisco. Or San Diego.”

David said to Victor and turned to Lily "It's a long story," They both entered the stadium, and Victor and Lily changed into football jerseys. Lily was in a yellow jersey and Victor wore a red jersey. They had a few trained players who joined them in playing the match. Lily was positioned as a defensive midfielder in her team and Victor was positioned as a striker in his team. Soon the game began with Victor's team playing a formation 3-5-2 and Lily's team playing 4-4-2.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

CHIKA WHITMORE "The council stripped your rank from the frontline vanguard, Chika! What legal right grants your boots authorization to plant themselves inside this mainframe room? Your operational disasters have brought enough heat down upon our musical division!" Vicky roars, his eyes flashing with absolute mafia fury as he kicks the heavy metal door completely open against the wall.

"Are you calling me a souvenir again?" I heard Aly gasp as Vicky entered the room, wearing an oven mitt and apron. This was a common reaction around Vicky, who was, in a word, stunning. She had smooth olive skin with lustrous hair of the deepest brown. Combining those with sparklingly bright green eyes and a perfect hourglass figure, she was a knockout. Her rich Brazilian accent topped everything else. "Yup. Hi, sweetie. Aly this is my wife, Vicky"

"Yes, that's my son. He's grown into a strong and capable young man, and I couldn't be prouder of him." We continued talking for the rest of the drive. Nick told me about his life in the pack and how he had been Brax's beta for many years before he was Brax. He was Braxs mother's beta, but when Kelly decided to move from the pack and Nick wanted to go with her, he made the choice to step down as beta because he felt that he would not be able to be the best beta that he could be. He talked about the responsibilities that came with being a beta, how much he respected and admired Alpha, and how proud he was when he found out that Dillion would be taking his place as beta. Dillion is the younges

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

Then, she remembered something and freed herself from Darryl’s arms as she said seriously, “I have something I need to talk to you about.” “Tell me,” Darryl replied with a smile. Yvette turned her head to think and opened her mouth to speak, “Did you notice something wasn’t right with Vikara?” Darryl was stunned for a while and immediately replied with a smile, “What about him?” Yvette sighed and told him all about her observations and the doubts in her heart. When he heard that, Darryl squeezed his brows and thought. He then smiled as he said, “Are you overthinking? Young Master Vikara is Master Rama’s disciple. So how can there be any problem?”

PASHIKA's POV:- Why is everything turning out to be like this? Never in my wildest dream, had I ever thought of him as part of this evil game. Vicky! Who almost ruined me in every way? Vicky is Vikranth's first in command. From his teenage years, Vicky was with him. Drugs, gambling, and alcohol lured him towards this evil man, Vikranth.