Victim Novels & Stories

“No sir, you shouldn't be saying that. You made sure that everyone got their neighbors back in the pack. You saw to it yourself and that have been the narrative since then.” “What if someone then decides to disobey?” I questioned, sending the rest of his words into his mouth. With my hands tucked in my pocket, I increased my pace until I got to my office. After taking a long sip from the bottle of water I had retrieved, I turned towards Richard who had his gaze fixed on me all the while. “Where is the victim?” I asked, swirling my pen in my hand. “She is still at the hospital. From what I heard she lost the pup because of the shock followed by excessive bleedi

The broadcast chat erupted in curses, calling me a monster. I didn't care. They could curse at me however much they wanted to. After a long pause, Victor finally found his voice again. He trembled as his eyes reddened. "Honey, is there really no way to salvage this? Must we really take it this far?" I only replied with one sentence, "I'll see you in court." Victor had truly mastered the act of playing the victim. From the very first time I sought help and revealed my injuries, he could always twist the situation in an instant and make everyone overlook the fact that I was the victim.

I motioned for Liam to circle around and block any escape routes, then steeled myself and strode toward the main entrance. “We’re taking them back,” I muttered under my breath, each word a promise of retribution. Inside, I found the room dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb. There they were—Mia, Mimi, and Alison—each bearing the marks of the struggle, their eyes heavy with pain but alight with defiant spark. In a far corner, barely clinging to life, lay Victor. The sight ignited something primal in me: a burning need to punish those who dared threaten my family.

Victor : if only you can remember you will be hugging me right now Jasmine ; never for once repeat that word been here with you don't mean am after you even If I had to be I will be after your life not real you Victor is shocked with jasmine words and reactions He knows what is wrong with her But He never get angry He just look at her side face who is facing the other side ( not looking at Victor) Victor : if you don't want it in a easy way am sorry I will give you in a hard way I can't have you here with me and still feel like you were never here He go to her and hold her face he turn it to his , Jasmine tried to close her eyes but it hard, Victor look into her eyes . He said softly Victor

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

"You have some experience with that, Olivia. I would think you might recognize it." The room was quiet. Outside, somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog was barking at something. "I've known you for five years," Victor said. "I have watched you carefully for five years, because my grandson was not watching carefully enough and someone needed to." He set his water glass down. "You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you some

“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.

Browning nodded aggressively. "If she is a victim, her name will not be scarred. A victim is, in fact, a warrior, not someone who should be looked down upon," I tried to explain because the excuse they were using sounded bad. It was not a good look for any victim, as they were trying to make it seem like the victim had lost its charm or dignity, which was far from the truth. In my opinion, they were only stepping away because they were afraid of what might be seen in the footage.