Victim Novels & Stories

"It's posturing. She's playing the victim." "She's winning." Maya sits down. Looks exhausted. "Aria, the optics are terrible. Wealthy woman blackmails ex-lover into sexual submission? Even with context, even with the truth about what Damien did to you, people are going to side with Victoria. She's the jilted fiancée. You're the other woman. The predator." "I'm the victim," I say. "He destroyed my family." "I know that. You know that. But right now? The world sees you as the villain."

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!”

On the fourth day, a letter arrived. Forwarded through Clark. Lauren opened it with shaking hands. Dear Lauren, You don't know me, but you saved my life. My name is Michelle Benson. You might know me as Michelle Matthews. I was Liam's first victim. The one who got away, though I never really got away because running from him meant leaving behind my father, my home, my entire life. I always felt he had something to do with my father's death, but there was no proof. When Officer Clark contacted me, I was too scared to come forward or even talk to her. For that, I would like to say sorry.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until I taste salt on my lips. Then, out of nowhere, a quiet voice breaks the silence. Vanessa. “She is telling the truth.” Everyone turns toward her, including me. She steps forward slowly, her expression unreadable, but her eyes gods, her eyes are filled with something raw and deep. Pity. Empathy. Maybe even understanding. “She was a victim too,” Vanessa says softly. “Damian hurt her. Used her. Just like he used me.” Elara frowns. “Vanessa”

“There must be a mistake in the victim’s information! How could it possibly be my mother’s name?” The judge frowned and gave her a strange look. “The victim’s identity has been verified. There’s no mistaking that she’s your mother, Rosie Swift.”

“You and that bitch that you call your mother destroyed everything! You drove me from Singapore! You killed my mother! You killed Yuuki! Now you’re going to pay for it! DI—” Yuri was cut off when she felt someone grab her right ankle weakly. Snapping her head around quickly, she looked down to see that it was Miki, covered in her own blood and looking extremely pale, yet she could still find the strength to grab hold of Yuri’s ankle. “Please Yuri…this isn’t you…” Miki managed to speak despite her declining strength as she’d lost a great amount of blood by this time. “You aren’t…the type to do something like this! You would never…involve innocent parties even if you’re seeking revenge! Please

He pulled out a few of the old blankets we used if there had been an emergency rescue and placed one over each body, securing a scrape of their dignity and respect. “Naw, would you look at that. The victim is helping the victims.” Tia’s taunting tongue hissed. The victim… She thought of me as a victim… Refusing to answer her, I looked at April. My eyes scanned over her body and then to my hand which was still pressing hard against her skin. “She needs help. Please, Tia, let me help her?” I begged; My eyes fixed upon my bloodied hand. “Help?” She laughed, “Oh no dear

A Chase which would decide her fate, a fate which she knew not but one thing she was sure of was that, she couldn't stop, she wanted to, but she couldn't, she can't and she won't. Different twigs and dried plants snapped as she stepped on them, she then fell as the soil underneath her feet opened and then closed above her. She landed hardly, falling unconscious. Frenger paused as Annabelle could no longer be seen. Her blonde hair and her torn red dress was out of sight. The woods whispered, and the tree breathed, nature bloomed and then one of Frenger's men screamed in pain. He had been bitten, by a poisinous snake. Each of the me stared at each other, giving themselves a grim look.

I knew that each time he had hurt me, it hurt him as well, but it wasn’t time to stop. Carter cherished me more than his life and he has never done anything to physically hurt me. Each time he caused me pain, he became distressed. Thankfully I was skilled with computers and would be able to edit the video to make it more convincing. Since his back had been facing the camera recording, it didn’t capture his emotions.