Victim X Mitsi Mga Nobela at Kwento

She just breathed through the pain until it turned into spite. "Boss, you need a hospital," Harris stammered, staring at the red soaking through the white gauze. "I’ll sleep in a hospital when Takahashi is in a cage," Moss snapped, grabbing her crutch. She limped straight to Victor’s cell, "You think that little show outside earned you a break, Victor? Think again." Victor looked at her blood-stained pant leg and let out a dry whistle. Moss didn't argue. She drew her Glock and pressed the cold muzzle directly against Victor’s forehead. "I’ve got enough blood left to watch them hose yours off this floor. Get up. We’re moving."

Her expression was one of pure determination, unyielding and fierce. "Let go of me, you bitch!" Victor spat, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. Kira's eyes narrowed. "You're in no position to give orders, Victor." She pushed him down harder, his face contorting in agony as she maintained her iron grip on his arm. She delivered a swift, brutal kick to his ribs, causing him to gasp for air. "Lesson two: Never touch me again without my permission," she hissed, her voice low and menacing.

I was just about to collapse onto the bed and wake up the next day when the door slammed open with a bang. The noise startled me, and I whipped my head around to see four tall figures filling the doorway, they were talking so loudly and laughing like wild animals without a single care on the planet. My heart sank to my stomach as the realization smacked me like a boulder. It was them. The Vicious Boys. Fuck no! The platinum haired one spoke first, his icy blue pretty eyes scanning the room with a lazy arrogance. His gaze landed on Sienna and me, and he arched a brow.

Xavier’s heart races with anticipation as he takes off after her, the thrill of the chase fueling his determination. After zigzagging through the field for several moments, Xavier propels himself into the air, colliding with Larissa’s side. The impact sends us crashing to the ground with a thud. As we land, the unmistakable scent of Larissa’s potent pheromones fills the air, betraying her arousal. Xavier asserts his dominance, mounting her and gripping her shoulder with his teeth, demanding her submission. Larissa growls in protest, her attempts to break free met with futile resistance.

My hand was covering the part as if it was gonna ease the pain. My leg is kicked from behind, forcing a cry out of me. I'm on one knee, arms hold me arms back and I can't even use them again. Another slap, followed by a bunch in my stomach is thrown and I immediately yelp. The leg connects with stomach as Miranda continues her assault. Punching, kicking, slapping, pinching- everything you can imagine with pain written all over my body. It was Sika's and by the first bunch, my vision was already getting blurry

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being

"If I was you, I'd learn my place quick. If you want to survive this little encounter, you'll obey everything we tell you." I glanced over at Mitsi. She was pale and trembling. Her arms were around her belly again and she whimpered with each rock back and forth. "Please," she whispered more to them than me. "Have mercy." One of the other men cackled. He snapped his fingers and blue flames danced on his fingers. He reached for her and I darted in the way. The fire leapt from him to me and I screamed as a burning and freezing sensation at once surrounded my wrist.

viranica not understanding anything she can't say anything to anyone if she dares to say about this matter what if that person harms mehak she was so scared finally she decided to do what they said she know she is helpless so instead wasting time she choosed to go to the place sent by that number she went to that place it was in the city outskirts a abandoned house her legs are shivering to move inside her whole body is sweating right now she is breathing heavily but her steps are moving forward with great difficulty she is thinking to herself "did I do mistake by coming here alone I might message to rithik or parv oh god what I did whatever I need to protect mehak" meanwhile xion is sweatin

--- ## **THE TEMPTATION** Victor reached into his jacket slowly, carefully, and placed a data drive on the table between them. Aria didn’t touch it. “That,” Victor said, “contains every remaining name. Every route. Every account. Everything.” Her breath slowed. “Why?” she asked. Victor met her gaze. “Because you’re about to make the same mistake Damian did—just dressed in better language.” “I’m not you,” Aria said. “No,” Victor agreed. “You’re worse.” Her jaw tightened. “You believe people can be better,” Victor continued. “That mercy changes systems. That transparency saves lives.”

He was older than Damien’s father, built like a tank gone to seed, gray beard, scars across his knuckles. “Well,” he drawled, “the little human learned some tricks.” I smiled, all teeth. “Not so human anymore.” Behind me, Kira shifted too, staying by the door. Rhys’s gaze flicked to the mating mark blazing on my neck and something ugly twisted his face. “Victor’s whore thinks she can—” I didn’t let him finish. I lunged, half-shifted—claws out, fangs dropped—and slashed the phone in half. Sparks flew. Lisa’s scream cut off.