Victim Novels & Stories

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.

Ireland turned slightly and that is when I could see the 3 thin scars caused by claws going from the left side of her cheek down her neck and disappearing under the collar of her dress. I am immediately furious that this lil girl got hurt and that I was the cause. I am filled with more remorse than I ever knew I could feel. I stand up and begin to approach the little girl. I stop when I see Ireland step back and tighten her grip protectively. Her hard eyes bored me. “I am so sorry this happened to you. My name is Alpha Oliver. What is yours?”

Frustration tinged Kevin's voice as he pleaded with Vanya, "Please, Vanya, you have to understand—" "I haven't finished yet, sir." Vanya gestured her hand and glared at Kevin in rage. "It was right all along that the law is never fair to its victims. It'll side with whoever pays them even if they were clearly at fault, just like Niels. Then, those so-called law enforcers just sweep the perpetrators' mistakes under the rug and forget it ever happened. The perpetrators live happily and get away with other crimes they committed along the way. While a victim like me would have to live on bearing a trauma and therapies."

“You don’t know him. And you don’t know me.” His face twists with frustration. “I see a young woman marked by violence, standing beside men who destroy everything they touch. I see—” “You see a victim,” I finish quietly. “And that’s the problem.” Silence stretches between us. “I was a victim,” I say, each word deliberate. “Once. But not anymore. Now I can identify people who create victims. And leaving with a man who looks at me like I need saving would just be another cage.” He stares at me, stunned.

Another hit the wall near me. I fired back. My shot caught Victor in the leg. He collapsed with a howl. Damien was on him instantly, pressing a knee to his chest and holding a knife to his throat — the same blade Victor had used on me. “End it,” I whispered, stepping closer. Tears streamed down my face. “For Sophia. For Theo. For us.”

Fifteen years ago, I was bullied at school for coming from a poor family. They gave me nicknames, tore my textbooks, and dragged me into the washroom to beat me up. With blood still on the corner of my lip, I went to see my class teacher, Tina Fletcher. But she did not even look up at me when she told me, "You shouldn't be blaming others for your predicament. The fault might be yours, and you should reflect on that first." When I returned to the classroom, she was standing on the lectern and telling the entire class, "Some students just don't know how to reflect on their wrongdoing. There must be a reason that you're targeted by your classmates. Why would they choose to bully you rather

"The question isn't whether she became a liability. The question is whether we are a community that punishes victims of extortion. If Elysium stands for safe, sane, and consensual exchange, how do we handle a scenario where consent was completely stripped away by an outside predator?" Victor remained silent, absorbing the crossfire of their pain. His presence was a massive, immovable anchor in the center of the storm. I turned my head slightly to look at his profile. The harsh angles of his jaw were relaxed, his dark eyes sweeping over Marco, Jennifer, and Leo with a profound, terrifyingly deep empathy. He wasn't acting as the unyielding Master today; he was a

"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."

“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