Victor Creed X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

and before he could call me a bitch again Victor came and I didn't know from where he brought a plier and without wasting a second he pulled out his tongue, his face a bloodied mess. I wanted to end this as soon as possible because I was so done with him. Liam was half dead by now there was no point of elongating it. He nodded in my direction my eyes staring into his the one who made me feel week, the one who regarded me as his possession and I was going to end this. My hands were clammy, my chest rising up and falling down, hell number of emotions going in my head and I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, not once , twice or thrice but hell number of times till it was emptied and his bod

His breath washed over my skin, and I fought to maintain my composure, resisting the urge to drop the wineglass from my trembling hand. Gasping, I instinctively pushed against his chest, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath my palms. The proximity between us electrified the air, leaving my head buzzing with a mix of conflicting emotions. Despite the anger etched on his face, there was a controlled intensity that surpassed the ferocity I had witnessed in my father's fits of rage. Releasing his grip on one of my arms, Victor retrieved a file from his pocket, the metallic glimmer sending a chill down my spine. "You should not have done this. You know who I am and what I am capable of."

Mamá and Javier sprinted towards Isla, their arms wide open. Marco stood upright code streaming, from his wounds creating a barrier encircling us as the walls crumbled. Victor seized my ankle his face partially distorted, eyes glowing crimson. “Do you believe this is the conclusion?" he snarled. "The city lasts forever. You’re merely a passage.” I crushed his hand beneath my foot the bones cracking. “Then this chapter concludes with you " I stated. I thrust the damaged quill into his throat. Crimson splashed first then amber, then void.

he continued, taking my wrist to his lips and speaking into it, "I, Lord Aric, High Lord of the Northwest Territory, claim Liberty as my Lady and my wife from this moment forward until eternity." I felt his fangs being driven firmly into my flesh as I caught a glimpse of them. It was just a split second, but when he drew away and licked the wound to close it, I felt a surge of strength through my veins. The wound was sealed. When I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I immediately understood what action to do. After taking Aric's hand, I gazed intently into his bright eyes as I held his hand. Before I bit into his wrist, I spoke, "I, Liberty, formerly of the human species, now a vampire

There was only a tube of dark red lipstick. Victor set down his tablet and walked over. She watched him move with a mix of fear and fascination. He was efficient and clean, moving as if every step he took had been rehearsed a thousand times in a dark room. He stood at her side, looking down at the page. “Read it.” She glanced at the top: The Terms of Submission.

Victor screamed, his back arching off the bed as he came for the second time, his essence hitting my tongue. "You’re too easy to break," I whispered, watching the aftershocks tremble through his frame. "What about you?" He gestured weakly to my still-aching hardness. "Sleep," I commanded, tucking the furs around him. I didn't sleep. I watched the city lights of Vegas bleed through the glass until the sun began to grey the horizon. Victor eventually rolled over in his sleep, his heat pressing against my side, his scent filling my lungs. My hand drifted to his chest, my thumb grazing a nipple. The response was instant; he shifted, rubbing his backside against my groin.

Victor growled lowly, his voice a gravelly, bedroom-rough purr that vibrated straight through her skin. "I... I was just getting up," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly under the sheer weight of his intense, predatory gaze. Victor didn't reply. Instead, his dark eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt. The fabric was parted at the top, exposing her pale collarbones, and the hem had risen significantly, leaving her long, creamy legs completely bare. The physical awareness between them rushed back into the room, thick, suffocating, and incredibly heated.

Valtor took a sharp breath made a turn without a word and stormed out of the room with rage and pain dripping from every step. ….…….. "Yes… She’s still shaken, but I’ve done my part. Naomi is safe. That should be enough to gain her trust."Mr Creed said calmly as he listened, fingers tapping softly on the armrest. "No, not yet. I want her full trust... she still sees me as her savior," he replied firmly Mr Creed pause as he looks out the window as they drive past a towering billboard of the Anderson Corporation. He turned his gaze back "She’s the one who’ll carry out my revenge. My hate and her pain...together, we’ll be unstoppable."

Creed said, walking over and taking a seat in the chair next to my bed. "Hi," I offered a weak smile. "Well, let me officially introduce myself. I am Creed," he said, extending a hand toward me. "The one and only man in the world who has to deal with this shitty ass right here." He jerked a thumb at Danzel. I couldn't help but laugh, especially when Danzel's eyes narrowed into a lethal glare. "Hey, Creed," I said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine. I'm just grateful I finally get to talk to you. This guy has been fucking up his own brain—and mine—the entire time you've been unconscious."