Victim Novels & Stories

Enough to make hope flare in my chest. Then he spoke. “Partial fingerprints were lifted from the victim’s neck,” he said. “Pressure points consistent with manual strangulation.” The hallway went silent. “Whose?” Gerald asked carefully. The officer swallowed. “They ran them through the system.” My lungs burned. I couldn’t breathe. “Damien Voss,” the officer said. “It’s a match.” The words didn’t make sense. They floated, detached, like they belonged to another language entirely. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “You’re wrong.”

The teacher nodded with a slightly satisfied smile, "Thank you, you may be seated." I sat down and relaxed into my former position, this time with eyes open. That fucking teacher knew exactly what he was doing. Putting a target on my back. Fuck'im. The other two students did the same as me. Judging from the names of their "packs", one was a vampire, and the other was either a dragon or lion. As the last guy sat down, the teacher began again,

After everything, he still has a promise they pledged to each other a long time ago. "I've seen you at the hospital that day. Your boyfriend wasn't very happy with you being there, he didn't look good. Apart from that, you were guilty, it was written all over you face, just like now. So don't give me this crap that you don't know who did this. You definitely know this, probably, you too are involved in it." Alicia got no other option but to use a blame technique. Even though Willie looked weak, he was loyal, but his loyalties were harmful.

"Bella, that man... he didn’t know either. He was a victim too just like you." I stood up, frustration fueled up throughout my nerves the moment he called a bastard as victim like me. "It doesn’t matter to me, Xenon! A victim or a culprit, he can be anything in his story, but in my story he is the culprit who ruined a girl's life."

They wouldn't make it in time, but she hoped that the people after them were fewer than Donnell Dunn was facing at those moments. "Chrystal!" The young woman fell to the ground, and Oliver rushed to her aid, finding a dart in her neck. "Now, there is no one who can save you." Mr. Craig's chilling voice made him tremble again. Sharp pain in his head took away any remaining strength and consciousness. ----------------------------

Jones Confessed. " What! why would you even try to do that? are you guys even parents? , you dearest daughter is suffering from a trauma that you don't even know of and instead of helping her out, you do this. " Cynthia Snapped. " We understand you Miss Cynthia but you've got to understand the fact that we are also victims here, We have also been noticing her unusual behavior too. " Carthy Jones said. " Have you took her to Any therapist yet?" " No, we Haven't thought of that "

The vice principal asked, his voice was shaking when he uttered the words ‘two victims. “Yes, sure. The dead one was named Rod Ian Vertigo, while the surviving yet unconscious one was named Travis Exposito. Yes, the son of the late Detective.”

The sickening crack echoes in the night. But they keep coming at me. I don't stop to defend myself. Every blow and bone I break fuels my determination… This isn't just about my survival alone. This is about getting Liam back and safe to his mother because she blames me for his disappearance… I have come too far to lose my beloved family in the hands of Victor Cruz... By the time the last rogue hits the ground my breathe comes in short ragged gasps while blood drips from my hands and wound. But I'm not done.

“But I didn’t kill anyone and your death was… an accident, right? That’s what you said, remember? So all we have to do is find mom and take dad along with the others out as Victims that experienced firsthand what Victor is capable of.” “It could be a while… until they fully recover and… we might not get a chance to explain. Don’t forget… Victor is still able to control… the opinion of the people… he could easily claim that you… were the one that kidnapped them… and tried framing him… who’s to say the victims… won’t agree out of… pure fear? Besides… the police force… is at his mercy.” “Well if that’s the case, then what differenc

I asked as I flipped through the pages in front of me. “She can't tell you that either,” Vic said and I nodded. “Right,” I scoffed. “Victim brain.” “And Survivor brain too,” she said, taking my hands in hers. “Recognize anyone?” Officer Mayes asked, and I shook my head, panicking a little. “It's okay, just keep looking,” she said and I exhaled. I kept searching through the photos with the face of my attacker at the front of my mind. I didn't need to look twice…I didn't need to be sure. All I needed was a split second decision.