Victor Criss Novels & Stories

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Fay, your lip gloss is smeared!" Atrix informed me. "Wait! Don't click yet..." I said to Toben as the rest of the team grumbled playfully. I made to search for my lipstick in my white D&G bag, but Atrix dug hers out in a flash and handed it to me. I wiped off the smudged lip gloss with the tissue Becca handed me before applying a fresh coat on my lips. I flashed Atrix a smile, Atrix a member of the team named Beatrice but prefer to be called Atrix which sounds cool to me.

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.

“And during the period leading up to the accident involving Alessandra Reyes, what was your involvement with Ms. Lawson’s plans?” Victor’s voice was steady. Too steady. “I was… influenced. Margaret designed the plan. The crash. The manipulation of evidence. The financial falsification records. The edited videos. The offshore accounts created to steal from Reyes Holdings. She orchestrated it all. I was the one who spoke. The one who carried it out. But I was not the architect.” A heavy silence fell. Cortez leaned forward slightly. “And why did you participate?” Victor’s gaze shifted—first to Adrian, then to me. Something raw flickered there. Not remorse exactly. Something closer to exhaustion

"He twitches, you open him up. Clear?" The floodlights hit Victor like a physical blow. He squinted, his boots splashing through the oily grit. "ON THE GROUND! NOW!" Victor didn't drop. He just stood there, a jagged, bloody smile on his face. "You’re welcome for the promotion, Moss. Did Dominic write your speech too?" "ON YOUR KNEES, RUSSOS!" He hit the concrete, hard. Tactical boots thundered. A knee crushed into his spine, grinding his face into the wet asphalt. The cuffs bit into his wrists with a nasty, final click.

“All those lights down there, and here you are getting destroyed by your boss’s cock. This tight cunt belongs to me now. Say it.” “It belongs to you—arghh, fuck!” she cried out, voice breaking with every deep thrust. “This cunt is yours, fuck me harder!” He wrapped one strong hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel owned. His cock kept slamming into her, hitting that perfect spot inside with every stroke.

Only this time I crash into the window and cry out as it shatters and several shards impale my skin. "Look at what you made me do now. You stupid worthless piece of shit!" He storms over to me while I try to remove a large piece of glass out of the palm of my hand. He gets a tight grip on my hair and pulls backward until I'm forced to look up at his face, while at the same time, he moves my hand away, stopping me from pulling out the glass, and then he pushes down on it, making it impale even deeper into the palm of my hand and causing me to cry out.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and impeccably dressed, with a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Thiago Bermudez,” the man drawled, his tone dripping with false charm. “And the infamous Bridgette Martinez. What a pleasure.” “Who are you?” Thiago’s posture was rigid, protective as he placed himself slightly in front of me. “Call me Victor,” the man said, his grin widening. “But I’m not here to play games. I have something you want.” Victor tossed a USB drive onto the ground. It landed between us with a soft clatter.

“That fucking bitch!” Victor yelled as he threw whatever came to his hand onto the ground. He was close to ripping all his hairs off. The reports and the recent news that he has received these past few days was very bad, and he was close to kill each and everyone that was coming in his view. First it was that pure blood werewolf and now he had a pire blood witch agaisnt him as well. So many resignations have poured in his office and he was getting pissed as he saw them.