Victim Novels & Stories

‘I mean, do you see me as a victim? “No.” Her eyes narrowed at me and she lost her soft look for a moment. Her fingers squeezed mine as she said, “No one thinks of you as a victim, Vi. You might have your cracks, hell, we all are broken in some way. But for all of us you are not a victim, never think that. Instead, we all see you as the strongest of us all. You went through so much and still you are here trying your best to live a life you should’ve from the start. Those monsters don’t define you and nothing bad that has happened to you will. What you are now is all that matters.”

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.

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."

"Isn't it already too late to say that? "You cheated with Kieran, allowed him to beat me, and even smashed the only keepsake my mother left behind. Even in court, you told me to bark like a dog just to amuse him. "Aurora, I’m not a fool. I know how people truly feel about each other. I know there was never a place for me in your heart. "Besides, Elara is my wife now. You and Kieran tried to harm her. As her husband, the only thing I want is for the two of you attempted murderers to face the consequences. Why would I ever drop the case just because you asked?"

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."