Victor Blake Novels & Stories

She asked me, worried. "I know Blake won't accept me now. I am so freaking pathetic. I didn't fight back and instead waited for Blake to come and be my knight in the shining armour and save me. He probably thinks that I am freaking weak. Gosh wh-" I cut off when Julia hit the side of my head.

I turned away and tugged my cami down on the pretext of scratching my waist. "Mo" I heard his voice right behind me and I felt my cheeks turning warm. I turned slowly, making sure my face looked nonchalant. ****** A/N Hi Readers My story is about teenage love and classic tale of opposites attract. Misha is a shy, down to earth girl, who is hopelessly in love with her childhood bestie and neighbour Victor, but has no courage to express her love. Victor is too arrogant and teases Misha to no end, and seems oblivious to her feelings. Him being such a hottie and popular among girls makes Misha even more insecure.

"That's a price I'm willing to pay." What's the harm? "It's Morgan," I answer. "Zain Saltzman." My eyebrow draws together in uncertainty. "You're the Beta?" "That's right, gorgeous. Kinda hurts you didn't recognize me right then but we could work on healing at dinner tonight." I snort. "Does that actually work?" "Every time," he says confidently. "Well, not this time. I'm immune to pretty boys." He gasps, batting his eyelashes like a hussy. "You think I'm pretty."

He is someone that others have always begged him for, and there is no time for him to beg. Now that he has spoken, Gilbert can't help but give him a face. “Okay, I will help you this time. But, Blake, the one who died was your mother, do you really trust Avery that much?” Blake laughed bitterly, and after a short period of silence, he replied seriously, "I believe you." Gilbert smiled and clinked glasses with him. What else could he say? A man who could destroy everything was still a hero and a sorrowful beauty.

I barge through the Blake’s front door. Mrs. Blake was startled while Charlie began barking at me. “Sorry to scare you Mama Blake but I have news.” “What? What is it, Austin?” she motioned for us to sit down in the living room. Charlie began yapping at the door. Scratching wildly and growling. “Parker Simmons - the blood belonged to him.” “Oh my god, are you sure? It’s him again?!” Mama Blake asked. “I should have known…” “What? What do you mean ‘again’?”

After everything, he still has a promise they pledged to each other a long time ago. "I've seen you at the hospital that day. Your boyfriend wasn't very happy with you being there, he didn't look good. Apart from that, you were guilty, it was written all over you face, just like now. So don't give me this crap that you don't know who did this. You definitely know this, probably, you too are involved in it." Alicia got no other option but to use a blame technique. Even though Willie looked weak, he was loyal, but his loyalties were harmful.

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

Once they face the Reaper ready to collect their souls and send them to fucking hell. “I want him,” I say, pointing at the Italian guy on the right who is trying to sneak out of the room. Obviously, I know he would never leave because my guys are on him. They know he is the target. Blake is standing next to Dash and I can feel the excitement pouring from her veins. She is into this. She was frightened before but now, she wants to know what is going on, she is in. “M-me?” The guy stutters and I nod slightly as I move my finger, showing for him to get closer, but he doesn’t move, so Jagger pushes him towards me and he falls on his knees while everyone else watches.

His voice was soft and low with his British accent. I looked at him, my heart melting with his words. No one had ever cared for me like he had. I had been so mistreated by men my entire life beginning with my own father, moving to Ace, and the men who had greedily taken advantage of me at Blue Hade's. Alaric was like a completely different species from them. "The detective found Ace had rented a van the day you went missing. We realized he had been preying on you this entire time, and when he saw I hadn't dropped you off, he pounced."