Victor Van Dort Novels & Stories

Alexandro warned automatically, stepping off the porch. Valerian scooped the child up effortlessly, spinning her around before placing her on his shoulders. “I’ll take care of her,” he replied with a wink, clearly enjoying himself. From the ocean, a figure emerged through the surf—Nivera, her silvery-blonde hair plastered against her skin, water droplets catching the light like diamonds. She waved toward the beach, her smile radiant.

Rumours were about to run wild. “Haven’t seen you around here love, are you new to town?” The plump store clerk asked as I dumped a basket full of clothes down by the cash register. If you couldn’t tell by now, I am very basic, my new wardrobe would be comprised exclusively of athleisure wear and sneakers. “Something like that” I smiled politely. “Well, my names Dorothy, if you need anything, I’ve lived in this pack all my life and I’d be happy to help. It’s not often we get new pack members, it’s nice to see a fresh face.” Dorothy winked as she started scanning the clothes.

Yvette "Business Tycoon and Local Philanthropist, Adrien Vasanten, Honored with Prestigious State Award for Exceptional Charity Contributions." "In a heartwarming recognition of altruism, Adrien Vasanten, a dedicated supporter of various charity organizations, has been bestowed with a prestigious award by the governor of Willowdale. The accolade celebrates his unwavering commitment to community welfare and impactful contributions to numerous charitable causes.

I cleared my throat before sending my message to Karlo and avoided my gaze. Me: Don’t worry. I’ll text you. Karlo: Okay. Enjoy. “Of all the universities you could pick here in the US, why mine?” I almost jumped when I heard Victor behind me. That’s when I noticed that the group had already taken their seats on the disco sofas and were having a toast. I was left standing beside a table where my wineglass is. I shifted my weight to Victor and silently discerned his outfit. White polo shirt, black shorts, white Jordan shoes. On his wrist was a silver Rolex and a black bracelet. A silver chain was on his neck. His silver piercing on left ear made him look like a bad playboy - so dashing yet dang

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

Dalton’s point of view: Shoving the man to the side, I seized him around the throat with the same wires attached to the machine to prevent him from saying any kind of invocations out loud. Wrapping the wires tightly around his throat, I squeezed hard enough to feel his windpipe give way under my fingers. I ignored the sparks travelling through the wires and burning my palms. I only hoped that this bastard would feel the torturous shocks more so than I was. He struggled, scrabbling weakly against my hand, the wires of the machine tangling as he flailed about. The rage that had been building in me exploded. I bared my teeth at the man, ready to kill him right there and then.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

DViolet and Ramon walked in the courtroom with their friends and family. Ramon helped Violet hold her heavy gown as they entered the courtroom, but Violet couldn’t care any less. She didn’t see any problem in a husband holding up his wife’s gown as they walk around. In fact, it was his duty to always make sure she was comfortable – based on her thoughts.

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I