Victim Novels & Stories

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!”

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.

It would not be fair if she left me. Slowly, I stepped back. Away from her ward till I was resting my back against the wall. Running my fingers through my hair, I blinked back my tears. I am David Badmus, CEO to B-corp international and one of the most successful and strong men in the society. And no one but a woman–this woman in the ward–makes me feel so weak and vulnerable. Only she makes me feel like I could lose it all in a few seconds and never recover it. She made me cry.

He answered and I could see his eyes wavering and seemed a coward for a cop like him. “Witness program?” I exclaimed. “That is given for persons who became a victim, and the culprit is still out there wandering.” Austin answered. “Then, are you saying that I am now the victim and Austin is the assailant?” I exclaimed to all of them and when I asked then they all remained silent, I am right, I am perfectly right and no one could ever change that fact until we went deep to solve this case. “But Austin did not do it.” I mumbled and I noticed that even Aaron looked at me through the rear mirror.

he asked with curiosity “ Victim? What do you mean by the victim? ” Krish asked with frowned eyes. “ Don't you know that? Five days ago, a few robbers sneaked into her apartment with the intention of robbery and stabbed that woman, she was hurt so badly, tsk tsk, it was terrible” he said with a serious tone while Krish became silent for a few seconds, meanwhile, the man continued.