Victim Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand. This will ruin her life. No one will want her now. A woman who—” “That’s enough!” I snarl, my voice echoing in the room. “She’s a victim! She was violated, not because she was weak, but because someone chose to harm her. And you!” I point at him and continue with pursed lips, “-you should be protecting her, not adding to her pain!” The mother breaks down again, pulling Rena into her arms like she’ll vanish if she lets go even for a second. Rena, on the other hand, doesn’t say a word, but tears roll silently down her face as she buries herself in her mother’s embrace.

His vision was strangely restored, as if the sword's energizing energy had driven away the mist that obscured his vision. He chose those monsters that attacked defenseless people as his targets. He hit the first from behind, inflicting a slashing blow from head to groin. Two bony halves scattered in different directions and continued to swarm in the grass, trying to crawl. But people are no longer in danger. He overtook the second in a jump, cut off his head and kicked the corpse to the ground with a kick. The third managed to plunge his sword into the leg of a huge bald man, knocked him to the ground and bit into his neck with his teeth. Vic quickly cut him into pieces with short blows, sca

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"I had evidence that could have stopped Victor from hurting more people, and I sat on it for months because I wanted to hurt him more. That's not victim behavior. That's complicity." "It's complicated," Christopher offered. "You were both victim and complicit. That's what trauma does—it makes good people make bad choices." "Tell that to the families Victor destroyed while I was sitting on evidence that could have stopped him." Isabella pulled away from Damien, wrapping her arms around herself. "Vincent is right. I knew. And I didn't report it. And that makes me guilty of something, even if I can't name exactly what." Her phone b

My eyes met Valmier's as we crossed paths, his gaze was stocked on me, I couldn't read the expression on his face. I didn't understand the feeling I had in my chest, nor how to react as he slowly disappeared from my shoulder. "He made a fool out of us and so he had to die tonight." The assailant's voice whispered back in my head. Made a fool of 'us'. What does she mean by 'us'? Who are behind my family's death? What are they after and what rules did my parents break to be murdered by them? I had to figure out the people behind this and why they had to do such a horrible thing to my family.

“She… was supposed to be mine…” “She never was,” Damien said quietly, stepping in front of me like a shield. “And she will never belong to anyone else.” “Because she’s my victim, she will always belong to me,” he added. To be continued…

Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past? Type is a, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonathan said they hate angles, so if they actually hate wolf's how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also a wolf in past? "Type was a wolf to before turning into

"That lady helped them, then got attacked for it?" "The child's illness explains the stress, but this crosses a line." Tessa sniffled on cue, her frame quivering for effect, while Chris listed my faults. An arctic chill seeped into my bones. To him, my desperate safeguards boiled down to irrational ingratitude. I delved into my pocket for the iridescent nail tip, its edge smeared with residue. "A sharp object pierced the tire." I brandished it before Tessa's face. Under the fluorescent glow, it aligned flawlessly with her chipped manicure. "Yours, isn't it? How conveniently it was lodged beside my sabotaged wheel!"

If the police had not held her back, she probably would have rushed over to hit me. The livestream comments were calling me an animal. It did not matter. I let them curse me all they wanted. Claire seemed to process it slowly, and after a long pause, her voice trembled as her eyes reddened. She asked, "Honey, can we really never go back to how things were? Does it really have to come to this?" My answer never changed. "I'll see you in court." From the very first time I tried to seek help and show my injuries, she had managed to flip the narrative instantly, making everyone ignore me, the victim, and comfort her instead, until somehow I was the one expected to

Please explain, chat? [Duh. It's psychology. A predator doesn't want to share his prey. Serial killers take pride in owning their victims.] To my surprise, Teddy walked away without another word. The man turned back to me and grinned. "He's gone. Now you're mine and mine alone." He tapped the window with his wrench. "I can't share my prey with him, can I? You escaped him. That means you're not his anymore. Finders keepers. And you're one fine keeper."