Vicky Yao Novels & Stories

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.

"For soon becoming the absolute, undisputed champion of the Blackwell Vanguard. Chika, the little troublemaker, is facing a permanent purge from the sector. Your throne remains completely safe." Vicky’s gaze sharpens into deadly points, her knuckles turning white as she remembers that even her own instructor just admitted my tactical genius is lightyears ahead of her own. Rebekah's congratulations feel like a massive slap to her face.

Vicky said, her hand holding her tablet. “Hopefully she did an amazing job” I said looking at Vicky, we both knew what I was talking about, the fake Abigail Conner. *** Hours earlier; “Get here right now!” Vicky ordered as per my command, the lady had become a confidant, at least she had no choice, she was paid a lot of money to stand as the heiress and as such she had to do as she was told. “Is she here yet?” I asked Vicky, perplexed, Damien was still in the building and from the security footage he had made his way to the first floor, my office and soi had to lay low.

Xu Yi was smiling as she replied, “Mr. Victor, my name’s Xu Yi and I am the assistant of Ye Group’s president. I’m sure you’re aware of Ye Group’s influence in A City. The reason I came here today is because I heard about you and your project. What do you think about working with Ye Group?” “Oh, Ye Group.” Victor appeared to be thinking about Xu Yi’s offer. A moment after, his tense face began to relax. “I know about this group. They have a young and talented president named Ye Shaotang, right?” “Yes! Do you know about Ye Group?” Suddenly, it was like the distance between Xu Yi and Victor had been shortened.

"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.

she said, pacing back and forth. Williams set his glass down. “What did you see?” “Vicky,” she spat the name like it was poison. “She was with Rue Rogers.” Williams blinked. “Rue Rogers?” “Yes! Rue Rogers! The billionaire!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. Williams burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. “Are you serious? Vicky? With Rue Rogers?” Valerie frowned. “Why are you laughing?” “Do you even know who Rue Rogers is?” he asked, still chuckling.