Romans & histoires Victor's Village Hunger Games

Fifteen years ago, Victor Stone was standing in the shadows the exact night the Okoye Bloodline estate went up in flames. Fifteen years could alter a wolf's face, but I possessed a lethal gift for identifying predators purely by their skeletal frame and posture. I was dead certain the Victor on the screen was the exact same male I had witnessed watching my family burn. When the Okoye fire blazed, a massive crowd of vultures had gathered to watch our downfall, and Victor had been lingering among them. Just a five-year-old pup at the time, I had been terrified out of my mind in the blazing chaos. With so many wolves milling about, most faces had faded into white noise. But Victor? He had stood

Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he spoke. “Just a man no one should be fucking around with…” He let the words drift between us, heavy and sharp. Then the corner of his mouth twitched. “Good luck.” I stared up at him, my tied hands clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. My mom’s weak, raspy breathing echoed somewhere behind me. The ropes bit deeper into my skin with every small movement. There was no way out. “Fine! I'll do it” I admitted. “Good. In the meantime, we will watch over your precious mother. No police or any smart moves, unless you don't want to receive a corpse.” Victor said, then he lit a torch and pointed at the far end of the warehouse, revealing what looked like a

Victor crouched down in front of me and tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’ve been very busy, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Sucking cocks, getting every hole stretched, begging to be filled like the desperate whore you are.” I moaned softly at his words, my pussy clenching visibly. “Yes…” I whispered, voice hoarse. “I have.” Victor smiled, dark and predatory. “Good girl.” He stood up and addressed the entire vault. “Tonight, we celebrate. Lila has proven herself worthy. She will be initiated fully into the inner circle.”

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister.

She grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it viciously toward my head. Bang! Blood immediately began pouring down my face. "Such a tiny favor, and you keep bringing it up again and again? If I hadn’t been earning money to support you all these years, a useless piece of trash like you would’ve ended up begging on the streets long ago. "Eighteen knife wounds in exchange for wealth and luxury. You didn’t lose out on that deal at all!" The contempt growing in Aurora’s eyes completely chilled my heart. I wiped the blood from my face and let out a cold laugh.

“I won’t shrink myself to survive you. I won’t cry quietly in corners and call it strength.” Victor’s smile faded. “Elena’s stronger than you think,” he said, but there was something hollow in it. Something forced. “She’s surviving. That’s all,” I replied. “And you wear that survival like a trophy.” His gaze darkened, but I didn’t stop. “I know what you are now, Victor. I see you. The control. The games. The need to watch people bend just to prove you can.” He was closer now. A step away.

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

Glory would snap a thousand times in a day. “Do it well.” she would add. Cassandra was fed up with the comments that she was not some poor deserted slave, she was a queen but her crown had been snatched by those she loved. Walking down the stairs she meets those she has been avoiding for days. Kerlson held a guava milkshake which he shared with his new lover. Cassandra did not know what had gotten into her but she dashed over to them pouring the Milk Shake away.

And your biggest vulnerability is her. "You're wrong," I answered, advancing in spite of Jackson's objections. " He's my strength." Victor stammered for a short second before laughing. brave words, Isabella. But bravery is not going to save you. My heart surged at the sound of approaching feet. Under the streetlights, Victor's men were closing in with glinting rifles. "Your last chance is here," Victor said. "Surrender, and probably I'll let you both live." Jackson's hold on his rifle got tighter. You know I'm not going to do that.

“With you. Always.” Relief and dark pride flooded his face. He kissed me brutally, tasting of blood and possession, then handed me a fresh magazine. We positioned ourselves at the choke point. When the blast door finally gave way, Victor stepped through the smoke like a demon. The brothers faced each other — mirror images of power and cruelty. Victor smiled at me, eyes dropping to my belly. “There’s my beautiful breeder.” Damien roared and opened fire. The final battle exploded around us.