Victor Monster High Romane & Geschichten

As they all were frightened, covering their mouths, and were sweating heavily, the monster was walking slowly down in the middle of the street. "!!!" All of them were being careful not to make any movements that would cause loud noises that will likely attract the monster to them. But as the monster was passing by, a small kid, just sitting next to them and being quiet the whole time, accidentally got the bottle next to him to fall on the floor. Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Shit!" A loud bang coming from the outside was heard. They all thought the monster had noticed them, but when they looked outside the monster was laying on the ground with its head all gone.

I watched the way her chest heaved with a mixture of terror and relief. She didn't have to explain it to me. I could see it written in her posture. The wall I had been trying to build around Rita and Aria had been pulverized. When the monsters came to the door my plans meant nothing. I had run up sixty flights of stairs until my lungs bled. I had been dropped with a blow. Victor had turned the sky upside down to get to them. He had bled for them. He had broken his body against breaking glass just to keep our little girl breathing.

“We’re alone, little monster. You can take whatever you want from me.” My breath hitches, and I spread my legs impossibly wider, needing as much friction as I can get. I’m a stroke away from having the most intense orgasm of my life, and I’m terrified it’s going to rip me apart. “I’ll hold you together,” Victor says, as if reading my mind.

Cedric remained locked in a stoic, rigid posture, his fingers tightening around his cane as he offered a single, mocking clap to acknowledge the political theater. The room erupted into a deafening roar of clashing steel and boots, the lesser wolves celebrating the ascension of the new Vanguard Commander while Vicky basked in the bloodlust of the elite clans. She had been bred for the syndicate's frontlines, her dark silver aura always burning brighter and meaner than the rest.

Yet now, faced with the cruel truth, the pain was unbearable. After saying that, Mom grabbed me by the collar. Her expression twisted with malice as she snarled, "Hand over the money, or don't bother calling me 'Mom'!" I wiped my tears and let out a cold laugh. "Fine." That single word made her freeze. When she came to her senses, a dark, vicious gleam flickered in her eyes. The next second, there was a deafening crack against my skull. Darkness swallowed my vision whole. When I woke up again, I couldn't see a thing.

He was her gravity. "You," she whispered, her lips swollen and red from his kisses. "You own me, Victor." A dark, dangerously beautiful smile spread across Victor’s face. It was the smile of a king who had just conquered his greatest kingdom. He didn't say another word. He smashed his lips back onto hers, slower this time, but infinitely deeper, teaching her body exactly what it meant to belong to a monster.

—the brain of the new world order. "Okay, Myra. Set up the transmitter," I said, my voice shaking. "We’re going to hijack the keynote feed. But the second I plug in, Victor is going to know exactly where we are." Meanwhile, in the Ballroom... Julian stood in the center of the gala, the holographic image of Victor towering over him. The eyes of every billionaire, scientist, and world leader were fixed on the "Monster of Owerri."

“You’re a monster.” “I’m the foundation of this empire,” Victor corrected, voice silky. “The Lennox and Thaifeng deal is sealed. New streams of revenue that make everything we’ve done before look like pocket change. You will smile. Record your videos where you roll that beautiful waist of yours and you will keep your mouth shut. Or I will make sure Kai learns the truth in the most devastating way possible. And then I’ll make sure you never see Alexander again.” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Do we understand each other?”

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

the man shouted. Raina stopped chewing and slowly turned her head to look at him. She raised a brow as she recognized him instantly. It was Victor Monroe, the head of the Monroe family. He was also a powerful man, but can't be compared to the Retroferds and Valentes. His face was red and he looked like he was about to explode with anger.