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?"

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."

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

His eyes grew a size bigger when they landed on her fingers imprinted cheek. Did someone hit her? And the thought makes his teeth grind in pure fury. Blaze hit her. His mind concluded. That bastard dared to raise his hand on her. How badly he wants that that piece of a shit was alive and he would have used different techniques and kill him for the millionth times. He would have cut down his hands and fed the dogs of his estate. But before he did that deed, Victor killed him. “The screen is broken. I got it beside the tree.” Victor showed him the cell phone and placed the packet she was carrying beside their sitting place. “Get it repaired.” ******

" 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.

Andrew demanded, his voice cold and threatening. The victim's breath hitched as he hesitated, knowing that his life depended on his next words. "Please…," The victim stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Andrew's grip tightened on the victim's hand, a silent warning to comply before it was too late. "I don't know how you found out, but I swear I didn't take them," the victim finally confessed, desperation evident in his voice. Andrew's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing as his fist connected with the victim's jaw, sending him

But where – Suddenly, Victor feels someone leap onto his back. They are fast, agile, reaching around him to scratch at his face – his neck – Something snaps in Victor and he lets out a roar. In a single move he reaches behind him, grasps the assailant, and flips her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground. She lets out a pathetic cry, her leg twisted under her – clearly broken. Victor throws himself on top of the woman, a hand to her throat – “Who are you!?” He hurls the words at her, fury in his throat. She gargles a reply. “Tell me!” He screams, “Tell me who you are!”