Victor Creed X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Looking at the crustal sword even Christopher was shocked, but with the events happening around him, he knew anything could happen as long as Victoria was in the picture and the Gods were involved with her. "You know when I saw you just now, I thought I would give you an easy death, all because I heard that you were tricked by those fake Gods. I wanted to be easy on you, I swear. But now that you've taken away my most precious things, I can't help but want to torture you. I don't care if I get to return to my body after this or not. I don't give a damn if my body will be destroyed and I will have to die. As long as I take my revenge on you and everyone for killing my mates, I will be more th

It made my skin uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t quite name. I looked forward and caught Cruz's eyes on me. He leaned forward and I stiffened a bit. Valiente noticed and slid his other hand down my waist, pressing softly. Did he think that was going to make me relax? If anything, I'm terrified of him a lot more than these men, or that bastard Cruz over there. “Do you always sit there quietly and scare people?” Cruz asked Valiente. Valiente's lips curled upward even more. “No.” Cruz raised a brow. “What’s different tonight?”

Veins ran along the length, thick and prominent. My breath caught in my throat because It looked bigger than I had imagined from the bulge in his pants, bigger than anything I had pictured while touching myself My pussy clenched around nothing and my juice flowed freely, slicking my inner thighs. I bit my lower lip hard, sucked it into my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. His eyes followed the movement of my lips, and a slow smirk spread across his face… like he knew exactly what he was doing to me He walked a few steps to my small nightstand, picked up the bottle of body oil that sat there

Serena stood framed in the doorway, her black lace bodysuit clinging to her curves, her green eyes sharp and guarded. Her hair cascaded in dark waves, catching the dim light, and then I saw the bruise on her arm - vivid purple against her pale skin sent a jolt of fury through me. Victor Crane. I’d read enough in Henryson’s file to know his threats were real, and that bruise was his mark. My grip tightened on the glass, but I kept my face straight, nodding to Marcus, who's beside me, his grin so wide from drinking too much whiskey.

My eyes watered momentarily, before the pain was swiftly replaced by a rush of euphoria, a sense of belonging that I’d never felt before. It was as if our hearts were beating in sync, our spirits entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Hands trembling, I cupped Alex's head within my palms, urging him to look at me. As he raised his head, our eyes met, before slowly lowering my mouth to his neck, I took a deep breath and bit down. My very human teeth sunk into the flesh, the taste of his blood coppery and rich in my mouth. Suddenly, my surroundings became hazy as the voices of the pack faded into the background, the ritual taking hold.

Dustin answers, “Alpha Victor.” When Victor arrives home, Ariadne is all curled up with a blanket on the couch, and a mug of coffee. She’s reading a comic book that shouldn’t be out of the plastic. Victor can’t even be angry. Ariadne looks so nice, all cozy like that. She’s so cute. Victor sits down on the opposite sofa. “Did you kill anyone today?” the Omega asks, not looking up. “Close call,” Victor answers, “But no. How about you, you kill anyone?”

'So he is Varun Bakshi of Phoenix God's,' Creed immediately connected the dots, 'whose Record I broke on the Dominion Riot Center… 'The older brother is a monster, but this guy is even more remarkable.' Creed mumbled. "Hey, Creed!" Jake brought him back to reality, "Dude! Are you okay?" "Yeah! I am fine…" Creed replied as he gazed that now all eight of them in the group were now glancing at him daydreaming. "Sorry, I was just thinking about the lectures that were delivered today." "Lectures! You were thinking about the lectures?" Akash came close to him and said with a serious tone. "Stop lying!" A question popped up in Creed's head. 'Eh! Can he read my mind?' Creed went pale.

“I remember you again, Maria. Your favorite book with your youngest brother James. Okay, get rid of the past. It won't get any better while I'm making my masterpiece. ” Moments later Victor noticed the woman sitting in front of him. Victor swallowed and smiled. “I am Krisha Armstrong, how about you?” the girl held out her hand and so did Victor. “Victor Luis Smith, so you like The Alchemist book?” "Actually I am not a fan of him, but I love this book." "Really, It's my favorite." “Oh nice! What a coincidence, Victor. Are you an Asian? ” “Half blood. How about you? ”

I smacked his hand away not wanting any kind of help from him. He ignored my wants and brought his hand up again and tilted my head to the side. "This is quite the gash," he said and I remained silent. I had so many things to say and things to ask about the creatures that attacked me. "Are you okay? Can you stand?" He asked and I tried to stand so that I could get away from him but I stumbled and he caught me. "I got you." His eyes landed on mine and I saw how hard and cold they were. The eyes were the windows to the soul but Creed had shutters covering his windows. It was hard to read his emotions just by staring at his face. He was a closed book.

I altered the route. We pulled into the private courtyard of his downtown building. Victor was already waiting—silver-haired, sharp-eyed, the same calculating calm he had carried since we first did business twenty years earlier. Beside him stood his son, Sebastian, mid-twenties, polished, and far too attentive once Ava stepped out of the car. I walked forward and extended my hand. “Victor.” “Corren. It’s been too long.”