Victor X Emily Novels & Stories

The door burst open and Victor’s booming voice slashed through our scuffle. “What is the meaning of this?” Emily’ hand that was clutching my hair froze in midair. “Victor!” There was so much guilt in her voice. Horror filled her eyes when she realized what Victor was looking at. Her hand was pulling at my hair. Guiltily, she quickly disentangled her fingers and pulled her hand down. “Victor.” Her eyes welled with tears, but it did not seem to have an effect on Victor. He charged toward us.

They turned to face each other. “How could you do that to me?!” Scarlett yelled, her voice shaking the quiet. “How could you humiliate me like that? Carrying me out like I was a child! In front of everyone!” Victor didn’t yell back. His voice was a low, dangerous hiss. “Why were you dressed like a cheap hooker? With that boy? That same boy who already burned you once? Have you forgotten, Emily?” When he called her Emily, she flinched like he’d slapped her.

he said softly, "we need answers. Why were you after Emily?" Victor's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a weak groan. "You... you don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Kelsey stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Then make us understand," he demanded. "Why did you target our sister?" Victor coughed, spitting out a bit of blood before speaking. "Emily... she's special. More than you know. Some people would do anything to get their hands on her." Xender's anger flared. "Who are these people?" he shouted, grabbing Victor by the collar.

Xavier's fist connected to my face harshly before he pushed me to the ground and began to brain punches at me. I heard Emilia's scream as she jumped on Xavier's back and held his two hands. "Please stop it, Xavier" she sniffed "This is insane!" I didn't expect Xavier to listen, as I was expecting him to move her and resume hitting me while I lay still refusing to fight. He stood up with Emilia on his back and walked away. "Wait!" Emilia panicked as Xavier kept moving "Put me down" she attempt to jump down but Xavier held her thighs "Let go of me, Now!"she demanded wiggling her legs.

A few minutes later. "Victor!" Esmeralda called out his name emotionally while approaching him. He doesn't know how to react. Maybe he could kiss her? Embrace her? suddenly, she threw herself on him, so he just embraced her back as it was gestured by his men behind Esmeralda.

Axel stated, his eyes glaring straight at the lady. The lady looked slightly taken back by his tone of voice. "What are you saying?" the lady sounded so emotional, she looked like she was at the verge of breaking down. Tears spilled down her eyes, and stained her already made up face as she tried to mutter some words "B... Bu... But"

Emily's voice grew louder. Death grabbed Emily's wrist and he pulled her close to him. He placed her head on his chest. "Do what you did earlier. Cry on my chest," Emily thought of pushing Death away but, she tears just fell down from her eyes once again. Her soul shivers. She did not say a single word, she jus sobs loudly. Emily cried a lot of tears, soaking Death's cloak. The tears went through the black fabric. Death touched Emily's hair. He puts his chin on the top of her head.

Victor was always on the alert which was why it was hard for anybody to go against him. As we pulled into the driveway, my mind was filled with thoughts of Emily. My mind was going through my conversation with Victor. I hated that Victor could see right through me. I had spent years training myself not to feel and how to control my emotions—I had to have total control. I had to be ruthless, detached and cruel. Love was a weakness and liability, I didn't want to feel it, but I couldn't shake thoughts of Emily away from my mind. The car came to a stop and Victor's men opened the door for us. Victor came out of the car before me, and he stretched his arms as though he'd just come from a long jo

“I sent him. His name is Victor. He’ll take you to your apartment so you can pack. I didn’t want you moving around alone.” Emily let her shoulders ease just a little, as if reassured. “I had to be sure,” she said softly. “You did the right thing,” Damien replied. “I’ll see you at the house.” The call ended. Victor slipped the phone back into his pocket. “The car is waiting downstairs.” Emily stepped back and picked up her small bag. “Let’s go.” The ride was quiet. Victor drove with both hands on the wheel, eyes forward, professional. Emily sat in the back seat, looking out the window as the city shifted from glass towers to narrower streets. She could feel him watching her through the rearvi

Victor shoved Silas aside and rushed at me like a mad bull. “You said you never cheated on me! Then who’s he?! “I searched everywhere for you, but you moved in with him?! Nina, you shameless bitch!” Silas’ expression was cold. He ignored the pain in his arm and shielded me with his body. “What she does is up to her. You have no right to interfere! Please leave my house at once!” Victor swung his fist at Silas, who caught his punch and held on tightly.