Victor Blake Novels & Stories

"Blake—" "WHERE IS SHE?" "She's at her apartment. But you can't just—" He was already gone. I found him twenty minutes later, his hands wrapped around Lydia's throat, her body pinned against the wall of her living room. Her eyes were bulging. Her face was turning blue. Her hands clawed uselessly at his arms. "Blake!" I grabbed his shoulder. "Blake, stop! You'll kill her!" "That's the point." His wolf was fully surfaced now— "She killed Elena. She stole her heart. She took everything from me."

He looked up and immediately noticed I was upset. “Why was Victor someone’s guardian twenty years ago?” I asked, holding up the paper. Blake went completely pale. “Where did you find that?” I refused to answer. “It does not matter.” He gently took my wrist. Not aggressively, but desperately. “Please stop digging before someone gets hurt.” “People keep telling me to stop,” I said. “No one tells me why.” Blake let go. He almost told me everything. I could see it in his eyes. Instead he said quietly, “Because once you know the truth… you will not be able to hate the right person.”

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."

Evan's POV; I went home swearing vengeance. You know that thin line between love and hate?I've crossed it. Blake Thatcher was now my sworn enemy. My nemesis. A literal comic book villain in business casual. Blake was the Voldemort to my emotionally fragile Harry Potter. I shoved open my bedroom drawer and furiously began sorting socks, like organizing ankle-length cotton could somehow restore justice to the universe. “Who the hell says ‘You’re the moron that fell in love after one kiss’ and just walks away like that?” I muttered to a pink sock with a hole in it.

“You okay?” Isabella nodded slow. “Better than I deserve. Thank you. All of you.” Sofia looked at me. Then at Isabella. “We need to know who we’re dealing with. Really dealing with. The boss. The one who sent those men. Who wanted you dead. Who might still want us dead.” Isabella swallowed. Looked down at Kamsi. Stroked his back while she spoke. “His name is Victor Okoye. Everyone calls him Vic the Blade. Not because he likes knives. Because he cuts people out of his life like they never existed. No loose ends. No mercy.”