Victim Novels & Stories

“Do you see how wrong that is? That you, the victim, suffered, and the asshole who attacked you and your good name got off without any repercussions at all?” “He didn’t force me.” “He lied to you,” Cain said. “He set you up and victimized you. You told me you were a virgin when that happened, which means he stole something very precious from you. Don’t let him keep winning. When you make decisions based on what he did to you, you’re letting that son of a bitch win. Never again, Anne. No matter what happens, you’re never to feel like a victim. You’re better than that, and you’re a damned sight bett

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

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.

he said, each word precise and brutal, “like an overpampered child who has just seen the person who had denied her chocolates.” The words stung hard. “You are acting as though you are the only victim here..,” he went on, relentless, “..as though you’re the only one affected by what is going on” My eyes burned with tears and rage. “Have you forgotten what Fael did to me?” “And you are forgetting,” he said his voice lowering, “who the real victim is.” The room felt like it was spinning. “The greatest victim,” Darius said quietly, “is an innocent boy.”

in and instand I was back in the living room of the man that was about to pay for his crimes only to see that I was infact to late. I meet still bright green eyes of the woman that haunted his dreams and caused nothing but sadness in his life. My eyes meet with the now dulling vibrant green ones of a women who’s life was changed by the obsession he had with her and the rejection she gave him. The woman laying on the floor before me was a victim just like i had been, she was his first victim but managed to get away. Veronica was a victim before Raquel and myself ever came along, we were just the on

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

No matter if he irritated her and how much he claimed to hate her, despite knowing he had an obsession with her. He was persistent in the beginning and ended up getting what he wanted. Ruining it all just like that. Then he lost her. And she fell in the arms of another, Angelo. My heart ached at the thought. She had him and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much hatred I spread, I'd still be the villain. As much as I am the villain, I am too the victim. As heartless as I seemed, I wasn't numb. I felt.

Damien replied, staring straight ahead. "And?" "She remembers." Victor's expression remained entirely unreadable. "How much?" "I don't know." "Then assume she remembers everything," Victor said, his tone hardening. Damien frowned, turning to face his handler. "She's blind, Victor. She can't identify me to anyone." Victor leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in the dim light of the car. "Faces aren't the only evidence that matters." A heavy silence settled between them as the sedan idled. Finally, Victor broke the quiet. "Bring her to me."

Collins ask and I nodded. "If you asking me to watch you,I can quit my companies just to watch you all day"I said and she scoffed about to walked away when I pulled her to me and her good fell off. Her lips were bleeding. Before I could reach out to her,she slammed me against my car using her elbow to hold my head is place. "Your sick"she whispered seriously and before I knew it she left and I saw something shiny I picked it up,it was a diamond pendant. "So this is yours miss hoodie"I smiled. Tbc.... How do you think he met and what do you think of Cata