روايات وقصص ضمن Victim X Mitsi

He looked murderous, Sia knew just one snap and she will die the next moment. "I gave you everything you fucking bitch! I made you my wife! I trusted you Sia Corvin!" She whimpered closing her eyes at his yelling, his cold ice fingers dug deeper in her throat almost breaking her neck bone. The moment she thought it was her end, the man wasn't ready to give her an easy escape, he roughly picked her fragile frame off the floor and harshly threw her across the room making her body crash against the large pillar plastered beside the stairs. She groaned loudly as tears rapidly began to stream down her eyes at the excruciating pain her body felt at his assault.

“I should be the one who hates them for everything they’ve done to me, but... even I wouldn’t do this.” I beat my chest, the ache in my heart bleeding into my words. “They have hurt me. They have betrayed me. And yet, I would never rip them apart like animals!” My voice rose, echoing off the stone walls, but I didn’t care. They would hear me. They had to hear me. I met Violet’s cold gaze. “You all call yourselves victims—but you're not. You’ve become the very monsters you claim to despise.” I locked eyes with Xavier.

Valentina smirked secretly and waited for Matias to end Victor "I'll end you myself but before that, I'll tell you a little story," Matias snatched a gun from one of his men and advanced toward Victor "Frank was a disgusting pig… a good for nothing man… he thought he could cut me out after his slutty daughter showed up, I was there when he changed everything so… I trapped him… I asked him to go on a trip… like a fool he agreed… my men took care of him and his wife" Matias shamelessly went on and exposed his evil deeds. Mentioning all the people involved, Victor didn't utter a word as he listened with disdain

“It was an accident—” Victor’s hand shot out and struck her across the face. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Tania fell against the car door, blood on her lip. “Don’t you dare speak her name,” Victor hissed. His eyes burned with rage. “You don’t deserve to breathe after what you did.” He turned back to Ximenna. His voice dropped to a deadly calm. “And you. You’re coming with me.” “No!” Ximenna cried, shaking her head. “Please—I didn’t do anything—”

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

" 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.

"Sorry, I just wanted to protect you. There are things you don't know, and I don't want anything bad to happen. Flashback off * The long night continued, and the fights and killings continued. Gunshots echoed in the wilderness, and Sili's screams of pain and pleas for mercy alternated. Tonight, in a village that had been uninhabited for a long time, there was a fight over traitors. A group of mafia led by Mike is chasing the traitors. This is what Mike does: if there are some groups that dare to betray, then he will destroy them, and there will be no survivors.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

He groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled between licks. “This pussy belongs to me. Not Jake. Not anyone else.” He added a third finger, stretching her as he sucked her clit hard. Mia’s thighs shook violently around his head. “I’m gonna cum— Victor— please—!” “Cum on my tongue,” he ordered. Mia shattered with a loud scream. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers as she squirted powerfully onto his tongue and chin. Victor groaned loudly, drinking every drop, licking her through the intense orgasm until she was twitching and oversensitive.

He was the monster who executed her sister. She was the weapon sent to tear his empire apart. Evelyn Mercer entered the dark, opulent underworld of Chicago with a single, dangerous obsession: bring down Julian Vane. Armed with stolen financial ledgers, a forged marriage contract, and a cold hatred that burned brighter than fear, she walked directly into the lion’s den ready to play the dutiful bride while secretly burning his syndicate to the ground. Julian Vane is a kingpin accustomed to loyalty bought in blood and enemies buried in silence. He knows his cold, sharp-witted new wife is a trap wrapped in silk and ice. But instead of breaking her, he finds himself mesmerized by her lethal in