Victor X Emily Novels & Stories

Liam growled, his teeth bared. "Victor, you're not welcome here," Liam said. Victor smiled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, I think I am," Victor said. "You see, I've been looking for Emilia, and I finally found her." Emilia stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "You'll never take me alive," Emilia said. Victor laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "We'll see about that," Victor said. As Victor raised his hand, Liam knew that they were in for a tough fight. Victor was powerful, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

The air smelled like burnt blood and sweet rot. And there he was. Victor. Whole. Grinning. His white hair fell over one eye, his mouth curved like something delighted, something cruel. He wore no shirt. His chest was scarred—deep claw marks that pulsed faintly with silver light. “Miss me?” he said. Her body tensed. She didn’t speak. Victor stepped forward, the earth cracking beneath him. “You’re so predictable, Emilia. All heart. All rage. I wondered… what would you do if you thought I was gone?”

“What?” Emily took a small breath. “It’s about Victoria.” Victor immediately stiffened. His whole body went still. Emily continued, her voice lower now. “Well… I think she is in a little trouble. She hasn't picked up mu calls in a while now and i think.” Victor’s eyes sharpened. “Tell me clearly what you are trying to say?” Emily hesitated for a second, then said, “The baby, I mean the father of her baby is Alexander.”

“Is there anything I can do to make tonight less painful for you?” Emily met his eyes. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it. “Yeah,” she said. “There is.” He waited. She nodded toward the frozen image. “Fuck me the way you fucked her.” Victor’s expression didn’t change, but something shifted in his eyes. His eyes were suddenly darker. “Be specific,” he said. “Exactly like that.” She pointed at the screen. “Pull my hair. Fuck me hard and don’t stop until I can’t think about anything except how full I feel. I want to feel what she felt, I want to wipe him out of my head.”

Victoria, inside the room, oblivious to the storm brewing outside, heard his voice and stood up, her heart racing. The moment she opened the door, the world exploded in violence. Jackson's fist collided with Elijah's face with a dull, sickening sound. The impact threw him backward, and he staggered, wiping the blood that spurted from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with hatred. “How dare you set foot here?” Victoria's voice was a whip, her fury overcoming any fear. Ellijah stared at her, a cold, angry smile forming on his lips. “Camila is my mentor.”

Especially if it means that he will get the added pleasure of tormenting me at the same time as he does it to himself! While reclining in her chair, Emily spoke in a resolute tone, "I propose we murder him." "What? "Henry inquired as he quickly turned around to look at the young vampire seated in the backseat. Emily responded sarcastically, "Please" to the question, "as if the two of you have never considered doing so. She spoke in a tone that suggested she was entirely serious when she said, "I say, we rescue this Liberty and Alfie and stake the old bastard before he can do any more damage."

He stopped smiling and, with a stern look on my face, pressed me against the wall. “You’re lying again. Lena, who would want you, except me? You can only have feelings for me. Everyone in New York knows you’re mine.” Being his shadow and “his woman” was all just for survival in my family. However, hearing it from his mouth made it feel like humiliation. I stepped back half a step and accidentally bumped into Emily, causing her to stagger slightly. “Lena, don’t be mad at Victor…” she said softly. The moment Victor heard her voice, he immediately pulled her into his arms.

Victor's voice was almost a whisper, and like an Idiot I turned to face him. "Good night Mo!" His voice matched the softness in his gaze and I just turned around and ran upstairs. I some how managed to hold my tears till I was inside my room and closed the door behind me.

"As I said before lunch break, there are new students who have come to Raymond Varsity and I'd like to introduce to you all the first student out of three," "Ember Carson," my eyes land on a familiar looking girl. She was that same girl I saw in Mr Hart's office. The black bangs that suited her black hair, she was in a white cami top, dressed in a black plaited skirt and leather jacket over that went perfectly with her black boot. "Hey, everybody I'm Ember Carson, and I love being me in every way. I'm much more smarter than my resting bitch face tells. I do talk much, I love literature and partying." Carson?

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of