Victim X Agent Smith Novels & Stories

"Go ahead. But know this: the moment you do, every agency in the country will have a warrant for your arrest. There's a dead man's switch on those files. If my heart stops beating, they go public." Victor's hand trembled. "You're lying." "Am I?" I tilted my head. "You've spent forty years lying, Victor. Can you really tell the difference anymore?" He lowered the gun. The sound of sirens filled the air. Red and blue lights flashed through the window. Victor looked at me — really looked at me — and for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. "Who are you?" he whispered. "I'm the woman you should have killed when you had the chance."

Evelyn could barely see. “Damian!” “I’ve got him!” They nearly reached the trees— When two Helix operatives suddenly emerged from the shadows. One of them swung the butt of his rifle. The blow slammed into Damian’s shoulder. He stumbled. Silas slipped from his grip. “Dad!” Damian lunged forward to grab him again— But another agent tackled him to the ground. Evelyn screamed. “Damian!” Victor rushed forward and slammed into the attacker, knocking him aside.

Sitting in the interrogation room, he smirked as he watched Leo help Mom and Dad inside. He waved mockingly, the handcuffs clinking against the table. "Well, well, we meet again. Anthony Sutton, the firefighter, and his doctor wife." "Why did you do this?" Mom asked, her voice trembling with tears. "Did you ever think about this day when you left me and my wife to die in that fire? Did you think about it when you let my wife die on the operating table?" Dad slammed his fist on the table, his eyes burning with fury. "Come at me if you have a grudge! Why did you do this to my daughter?"

Two stubs – one dated just over three years ago, and another dated a little over a year ago…both signed by Victor Brown. Thirty-thousand dollars. That’s how much his sister’s life – his own daughter’s life – had been worth to Victor. And whatever they’d been doing when the Silver Moon patrol had been attacked cost Victor a fraction of that. Liam’s mate snuffed out for a measly ten grand. Xavier felt sick with rage. He was complicit in this. It had been up to him and his father to sniff out Victor’s deceit, and they’d failed – allowed him to go free so that he could ruin even more lives with his pitiless scheming.

I shout as I try to fight back. "Dammit woman do you want to get hurt? My house is close by. I can see that you are injured. Let's go and attend to your wounds. You don't have to worry. My whole family is living with me, and we are a whole community of farmers staying together. I will not harm you. My name is Victor Smith," Victor says. "My name is Ashley Moore. Thank you for wanting to help me, but I need to get away before my father finds me again," I say as I start walking away. However, I stopped in my tracks when I think about the big wolf that I encountered.

Peter said. - I think she's going to play the victim for all the boys in this school, I hope they all realize what a bitch this saintly little bitch is," Victoria said, and after a few minutes Philip and Caroline came in, their eyes looked teary, but I wouldn't care, because I'm not the villain.

I was not as bright as Charlie and for love of all the holy in heaven I do not think I can make out a life using my hacking skills which is almost equal to none. So I joined the special forces after my eighteenth birthday , working as their undercover agent and killer in the foreign countries for almost eight years. I hardly contacted anyone because in my line of work the less you know the longer you live . Cyber and I were not like what we used to be after that but everything changed during my last visit to my hometown. Cyber had a major accident and had gone through surgery. He had been working with police on a murder case and the suspect was a minister’s son . He was returning from his wo

"I deserve it." "Please don't say so." Feeling upset, Xavier choked with emotions. "You're lied to by Liana. You're a victim as well. A victim. He furrowed his brows, feeling prickles of pain in his chest. The only victim he could think of was Alyssa Taylor. As for himself, he was once a tool wielded by Liana to hurt Alyssa. It was true that Liana had hurt him, but he did the same to Alyssa, didn't he?

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 looked down at his own chest, where a neat, smoking hole was blossoming red against his pristine grey suit. He looked up in disbelief. I hadn't flinched. The barrel of my silver pistol was still smoking in my steady, unyielding grip. "That was for my father," I said softly. Before Victor could drop to his knees, Damian stepped forward. With blinding, effortless speed, Damian grabbed Victor by the throat, lifting the grown man off his feet with one hand, slamming him violently against the concrete pillar behind him. Victor choked, his legs kicking uselessly in the air, blood pooling in his mouth as he clawed at Damian's iron grip.