Victim X Agent Smith Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to do this. We can get you help. The baby doesn’t have to suffer for any of this.” For a moment…, just a moment…., something human flickered in her eyes. Then she smiled, cold and final. “Too late.” She raised her hands to smash the vials. Damian lunged. He tackled her to the ground. The vials flew from her hands. I dove, catching one. An agent caught the other. Victoria screamed and fought, but the agents were already cuffing her. She looked up at Damian, tears mixing with rage. “You were supposed to be mine,” she whispered.

"Since he's already like this, why should I keep him?" He picked up the gun again and pointed it at Simon. "You said you'd wait for him to wake up. Well... now he's awake! I'll send him to hell!" "No..." Xia Gladyce stood in front of him in panic. "If you want to kill him, kill me first!" "Gladyce..." Victor's brows were knitted into a deep frown. He was exasperated. "You are crazy! You have violated the basic professional ethics of a special agent! You have feelings for others! Ah? Do you know what will happen if you violate such a big taboo? Don't even know how you died in the end!"

Simon explained, "Victor did not attend school, but he's smart. He could tell from a glance what had happened to your hand, since he grew up fighting for his life abroad and was injured many times. I have to admit I'm not as experienced as him." All Ariana knew was Victor's viciousness. She hadn't learned about these details from his past. She couldn't help but steal a few looks at him. He probably sensed her gaze too, as he turned to look at her. She immediately looked away. "Mr. Smith, the contract has been sent to your phone."

And I've got the patience to wait for the right time. Mrs Johnson and Mr Agent sat down on the other bed in the room "Did Pamela tell you anything new???" Ashley requested "No"Mr Agent replied "What do you know about Victor???" Mrs Johnson asked me "He is a power tasty being, we used to be best friends well until he found out that I'm more powerful than he is. That day, he challenged me saying that he was going to train me, I took me as my elder brother but well during the duet he tried to kill me and then I transformed to my wolf self and fought him, he ran away when he saw that he was losing and since then he began to look for a way to kill me but see I'm still hale and healthy"

"But Jaxon was deceived too. He raised a child that wasn't his. He was lied to. Just like I was." "Are you seriously feeling sorry for him?" "Not sorry. Just... complicated. He's been a victim too." "He was the villain first! He destroyed you!" "I know. But people can be both. Villain and victim. Perpetrator and casualty." Mia was quiet. "You're softening on him." "I'm not softening. I'm just seeing the full picture now." "The full picture where he still destroyed you? Where he still threw you away pregnant? Where he still married your sister?"

“Mr. Smith was the personal assistant to Dr. Alfred Peller, the one who gave Ken the Birmingham number to track, he had been beckoned for questioning. Smith was brought in to meet the Agent and Steve waiting in the interrogation room, he was dressed normally, his face looking pale. One could tell that he was still mourning the death of his boss Chief Peller. “Yeah, welcome sir and thanks so much for honoring our call” “Much pleasure sir” “So.... straight to business” Damien said, taking his seat before him, “I’m very sure that you know about the death of Dr. Peller and our investigation about it” “Sure” “Okay... I ‘m aware that you’ve been drilled before and also it was a brief one consideri

“You cowardly piece of filth! You’re gonna blame your own wife and daughter now? That’s the lowest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re worse than I thought.” Xavier knelt down beside Victor, his voice low and menacing. “Do you know what’s going to happen to you? We’re gonna make you wish you died the moment you touched that boy. Every breath you take from now on is a gift. A gift we can take away anytime we want.” Victor whimpered, trying to shield himself from another blow. His mind raced, drowning in terror, his words tangled in his throat. “Please… I didn’t do it… you have to believe me… they... they killed him... not me…”

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.

The way his voice turned cold as he promised revenge against the people who had exposed his crimes. "They think they've won," Thomas had said as they led him away in handcuffs. "But I'll make them pay for destroying my business. Victoria Kane and Richard Pierce will regret the day they crossed the Smith family." But Thomas Smith never got his revenge. He died in federal prison three years into his sentence, killed by inmates who discovered he had been skimming money from a children's hospital construction fund.

"Bank records. Phone logs. Witness statements. You are done, Crystal." She looked at Tommy. A silent command. Tommy stood, pulling a gun. But he did not point it at me. He pointed it at Crystal. "Sorry," he said, his voice shaking. "But I am done being your puppet." Crystal's eyes widened. "You idiot. What are you—" "Tommy has been working for me," Victor said, stepping into the room. "Double agent. Feeding Crystal false information while gathering evidence against her." Crystal's expression twisted with rage. "You set me up."