Victor X Emily Novels & Stories

He raised his fist and smashed it down onto the touchscreen, desperately trying to break the connection, but it wasn't working. “Say my name, Marissa," Victor’s voice growled. On the screen, he pulled her body back tightly against his chest, increasing the speed of his thrusts, forcing her to bear his full, heavy weight against the desk. "Say who owns this." Marissa’s head tossed wildly side to side, her fingers frantically scratching the mahogany wood for any grip as she rode the wave of pure pleasure. "Ah... hmmm… fuck!!! “Victor leaned closer to her lips, while thrusting her even more faster and harder.. “I said say my name baby”…

How she had favored Emilia because she would rather make love with Belin than have him treat her like trash, even if it was forbidden. Emily was happy about one thing, though: the trade. She would rather endure any torture than film herself scrubbing the walls of her vagina with the entire length of her toothbrush buried deep inside her pussy, all so her stepbrother could jerk off endlessly in the bathroom to the slow, sultry movements of her vulva. She flicked a speck of dirt from her collar with pride and strutted forward, clinging to the dignity she was certain her twin sister had long since sold away. Hatred still lingered in Emily's heart. There was a time she had wished nothing but suf

Out of nowhere, Victoria found a burst of strength and ripped free from the female officers again. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Jason, who was shaking like a leaf. "You. You killed my father! You're going to pay for this with your life!" Her voice was the sound of something inhuman. She launched herself at him. Jason screamed and bolted for the door. But Victoria, broken and feral, was faster. She slammed into his back like a rabid animal, her hands clamping around his throat.

“Oh, Allie… I don’t need to threaten you to make you marry me. I have better ways.” ‎I fold my arms, glaring at him. ‎“What better ways? Oh.....you mean making me jealous? Telling Amelia to send me pictures of you two being intimate? And adding a message claiming you belong to her?” ‎Victor’s face darkens instantly. ‎“Amelia did what?” His voice drops, dangerous and cold. “I’m going to kill that slut. She’s nothing....just a plaything when I’m bored.” ‎I scoff, shaking my head.

About all the women in my life who fought and failed and fought again. "Joy," I said. "Catherine Joy Emmanuel." "Joy?" Victor's voice was soft. "Because that is what she is. After everything. After the poison and the lies and the war." I turned my face up to his. "She is our joy." Victor kissed me. Slow and deep, tasting of salt air and the wine we shared at dinner and something that felt permanent. When we broke apart, his hand stayed on my stomach, curved around the small bump like a shield.

His body was drained of life-giving fluid and weakened by the vicious assault of the undead. "But, Papa -No! You should stay here next to me and your mom!" Victor's unwavering defiance. He clutched Emaline's hand firmly. Emaline's tears cascaded down her face like a never-ending river, as if they were cursed to flow eternally.

he whispered softly against my lips, voice thick with emotion. I felt a flutter in my chest, a bittersweet ache. “I missed you too,” I replied quietly, my voice trembling. He pulled back slightly, studying me with that familiar intensity, his eyes searching mine. “Why are your eyes swollen? Were you crying?” A sudden wave of emotion hit me, and I fought to keep it together. I told him about Emorie. “She told him about us,” I whispered, voice trembling. “About you and me.” Victor’s face darkened with anger, a curse slipping from his lips. “What did he say? Did he hurt you?”

I could see Nathanial straining, his strength beginning to wane. “Emily!” he shouted, his voice filled with desperation. “You have to stop him!” I nodded, my heart pounding. I knew what I had to do. Gathering every ounce of power within me, I launched myself at Victor, my claws slashing through the air. He turned to face me, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’re too late, Emily,” he sneered. “The eclipse is mine.”

Victor's expression was a mask of steel, his resolve unshakable. "You would really." Emilio began, his voice faltering. "You would take down your own daughter?" Victor stood up and turned to him, his dark eyes like cold embers. "You think I don't know the weight of what I've said? That I haven't agonized over this?" His voice cracked slightly, betraying the turmoil beneath his stoic exterior. "But Victoria has left me no choice. Her recklessness has endangered the empire I've spent decades building. If she can't be controlled, then she's a threat to everything—and everyone."

I was no murderer but at this point the love I have for her would resort to such vile actions. Though I very well knew much about Cole being her ex and Preston Collins being the murderer of her ex, I hadn't figured out that things actually were like this. That Emma was a victim to such a brute. I scooped her in my arms as she cried on the loose tank top I had on. Parting her from me I started unbuttoning the buttons to her blouse. My eyes on hers assuring her that I meant no harm. "I want to see the scars"