Victim Novels & Stories

"If you don’t want your reputation destroyed, kneel down and bark like a dog a hundred times right now. Maybe Aurora will forgive you." Aurora pinched his cheek affectionately, then curled her lips in a smug smile at me. "If you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in prison, kneel down, apologize, admit defeat, and come back to my side as a housekeeper. Otherwise, you know what I’m capable of." I looked at their smug faces and pulled a cold smile. "Have you ever heard the saying that joy often turns into disaster? If you want to use secretly recorded footage to convict me, shouldn’t you first ask whether my wife agrees?"

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The victim impact documentation took three weeks. Not because it was technically difficult; she had built more complex documents in less time with less material. It was difficult because of what it required her to hold simultaneously: the legal precision of a document that would be read by a judge at sentencing and the full human weight of what the network's sixteen years had done to specific people whose names were now on a record that had not previously acknowledged them.

Then she reached the tap and turn it off only to return back where she was standing few seconds back. “Don’t be, it’s not completely your fault.” Damien tried to calm her who was so guilt ridden for her action. “You didn’t see me standing. Anyways, I’m Adan’s best friend… Damien Sokolov…its nice meeting you… ummm.” He scratched the back of his neck shuffling in his mind. “We met before, remember.” Damien gave her warm smile. Clearly the man was badly beaten by her beauty but naïve Micaela failed to see it.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Mike said as he called Jasmine. "Why me? Aren't there Anya and Leah in the VIP section? I'm just a new person who doesn't deserve to hear your life story!" Jasmine tries to seduce Mike so that she doesn't get trapped with Mike. Jasmine is very sure that Mike will one day come to her again and tell her what he has done. "Only I can determine whether that person is worthy or not," Mike gripped Jasmine's chin a little roughly and Jasmine couldn't struggle at all. Mike, who realized that his actions had hurt Jasmine, immediately stopped his monthly schedule. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you."

"Be a successful woman and slap them with your achievements you obtained without their help---and that would be your revenge against people who don’t believe in your capabilities." And that is something I wasn't open about. All my life, I believed that getting revenge on someone was always done by doing things that would make their life even more miserable. Without even knowing while I'm wanting justice for my family, for myself and for all those unpleasant memories I had shared with Liam and his family, I'm becoming the evil I never imagined myself to be.

Aakifahlynn was no longer holding up his body, and he fell to the ground with a thud in a ball of jacket, hat and high collar, and she crushed his heart, letting the tissue and blood drip over him. Some of it ran down the side of her palm and then her hand. Aakifahlynn's face held no remorse. Her gaze was fierce and intense, with heated rage dancing in its depths, and she caroused in the fact that she had ended Elder Zev. She looked down at herself. So much blood. She was soaked. Soaked in Elder Raul Zev’s blood, and suddenly an idea sparked for her next victim. Aakifahlynn quickly took out a handkerchief from her sachel and frantically cleaned the remaining r

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.

She demanded. Shawn, still nursing his injured hand, looked over at the police officer and said, "Yes, she is right, officer. In fact, I'm one of his victims." Nursing his injured hand, Shawn seized the moment to portray himself as a victim and get Liam arrested. He looked at the police officer and asserted, "Yes, she is right, officer. In fact, I'm one of his victims." Hidden beneath the pain in his hand was a desire for payback against Liam, for the beating he had gotten and the broken hand.

Scott's voice came over the speaker. “Speak.”Rio’s gruff voice replied, the first sign I had seen or should I say, heard him cock a little. “The victim is on her way.”He did not say her name, but he did not need to, and I think Rio had mentioned before that names would not be used in case a traitor was listening. “Good job.”The screen went dead and I stayed staring at it, I felt moisture run down my cheek and realized I was crying. I turned to look at Rio and saw he too had tears running down his cheeks.