Victor Criss Novels & Stories

“What? Serina was the one behind all of this?!” “We’ve been fooled by her!” “Serina that witch! How dare she trick us!” The looks of fury on the werewolf nobles utterly embarrassed Alaric and Daisy who wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves in. I couldn’t care less about the commotion at that point. With Ragnar’s help, I received reconstructive surgery and got back on my two feet. At the moment when I stood up once more, Ragnar looked excitedly at me and said, “Margery, you’re finally standing!”

"And I think it's time for you both to leave." "We're not going anywhere until—" "Let me be very clear," Victor interrupted, his voice carrying quiet authority. "I have no intention of working with Blake Crisis Management. Not now, not ever. In fact, I'm planning to introduce several new clients to Evangeline. People who value expertise over empty promises." Sabrina's face paled slightly.

“I don’t know why he bothered to come all the way over. Did he think this was going to go any differently than last time we had a meeting?” “It did.” We looked up at Ricky, who smiled. “Alpha fucked up his other wrist last time.” I chortled and Scott snorted. “He’s lucky he didn’t run into Victor. There would be more than a wrist broken. Victor has no sense of control after being alive for so many years.” “Is Victor in town?” Scott leaned against the bookshelf as Ricky headed out of the room with the pile of paperwork that was finished. I nodded. “Yeah, for the party. If anything, I was saving James the trouble.”

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

She even pouted at her friend. "That's also what you told me when you met Calix, " Crisa said while laughing. "No!" Vivoree's defense, "" I've found The One "yun!" "It's the same! "Crisa shouted softly." Break up with the other one first! " Vivs followed what her friend said. She sent Calix a voice mail about their break up since she can't contact him. She even blocked his number and f******k account so he wouldn't have the chance to talk to her.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

“A vampire? A werewolf? Some kind of—?” “I’m not human,” Cris interrupted, voice low and calm. He stepped closer. Slowly. “I was born cursed. I’m faster, stronger, harder to kill. I live with… urges I have to fight every single day. And I have to drink blood sometimes to stay balanced.” Ken’s face fell. Cris hated the look in his eyes—fear, betrayal, wonder, and disgust all at once. “But you’re not evil,” Ken whispered. Cris didn’t answer.

Victor’s eyes stayed locked on her, and when he saw Damien lean in again, saw that look in Lyriel’s eyes, heard her laugh just once more—he snapped. The whispers around him grew louder. A few people were clearly watching. It was too much. Victor stormed through the crowd, stopping directly in front of them. Lyriel blinked, startled, as he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from her seat. “Victor!” she gasped, trying to yank her arm away but his grip only tightened. He forced a smile, though tension pulsed through his jaw. "You must be Mr. Cruz," Victor said coolly, offering Damien a stiff nod.

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.