Victor X Yuri Lemon Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry about that, Elle. I want to check the arm. Hold it out gently and I will check and examine it." Elle did as she had been told to and Damien held her arm gently, running his palm up and down the length of it. As he ran his palm over her wrist, Elle tensed. He peered at it more closely again before using his thumb to feel something there. As he pressed her wrist, she let out a sharp scream and Damien was amazed by how Ariel had managed to do something like this. "Elle, I am afraid your wrist has been dislocated," he said and Elle gasped in surprise.

Marquess Amar Ozu spoke up, a Vampyre, seizing the opportunity to suggest and divert. "Yea, we should pool our resources and measures to something more useful." The Vampyre, Viscount Everald Ferguson, added his two cents. When a booming growl explodes and ricochets off the walls, sending vibrating waves through the atmosphere that rattle the pieces of furniture in the entire room. Jairus's eyes, which were once hazel, are now golden as the fire blazes in its depths. His nose flared, his hands in tight fists, claws elongating and drawing crimson.

Ryan’s fist connected with his jaw, cutting off the laugh. I leaned against the wall, watching. This wasn’t about getting answers. We already knew everything we needed to know. Victor had stolen Elizabeth. He’d destroyed our mother. And Amanda—well, she’d been a pawn in his sick game, a game that left her broken beyond repair. Adrian had told us the truth, and now Victor Hale was nothing but dead meat sitting in a chair. But we weren’t done yet. When Ryan finally stepped back, Levi moved in next. Levi was quiet, the kind of quiet that unsettled even us sometimes. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Victor’s face roughly, forcing the bastard to look him in the eyes.

Victor vowed to give Leon a taste of hell and the same darkness in which Crystal lost her child. “Let me type it for you.” Saying that Victor stood behind him and using the paperweight, banged Leon directly on the skull with calculated force. Leon was taken by shock and clutched the aching spot at the back of his head. He winced and cried for a few seconds before fainting at the site. The moment he fell on the carpeted floor, Victor’s mobile starts ringing. “Did you get him?” Valentine asked from the other side and Victor answered him positively.

“That’s how we win.” --- Across the city, the man known as Victor watched the feed from a private server. Camera hidden in Amara’s apartment—he saw every tear. Every collapse. Every kiss. “You never really left,” he whispered, stroking the edge of the screen. Then he clicked the next file. A new photo. Liam’s face. Target marked. “Now,” he said coldly, “you get to see what losing feels like.”

After Victor left from the room I finally sighed and curled up into my bed and cried and cried until I slept It's been almost 2 hours since I slept I woked up from my sleep buy some noise coming from downstairs It seemed like someone is yelling I went downstairs to see victor is yelling at Liam "DONT YOU HAVE FREAKING SENSE LIAM? WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPEND TO YOU??? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND" Victor was yelling at Liam and Liam was looking down as if he was about to cry and he looked guilty I don't know what happened between them but I'm sure it's really serious because Victor seemed really pissed so as others

Victor leaned back to his chair and looked at Leo. "Vic...how can you do this to me...have you seen her...I want her as my next model"Leo whined and pulled out a chair and sat down but then again he rose to his feet as if the chair was hot. Victor was serious that even his expression showed it all. Leo was angry but he had to talk to the little troublemaker and remind her what she promised him

Kitty fell asleep in front of the laptop while Liam and Victor were already smoking in front of their own laptops. "Aren't you sleepy yet?" Liam asked. Victor shook his head and smoked another cigarette. "You know what... if you were to disappear from my life, I might not know where to pick myself up." Frowning, Liam closed the laptop and looked at Victor. "I am faithful to serve your family. I know you are good, sir. That's why even though you are blood related to Vladimir, I secretly fight against him." "Leave him alone... I never once considered him a brother. That man is crazy, I just don't know if he's gotten any worse."

She found Damien and Victor at a small inn twenty minutes from the villa, and the moment she saw Victor's arm, bandaged thick under his sleeve, dried blood still visible at the edge of the wrap, she felt something in her chest drop. "What happened." "I'm fine," Victor said, which told her nothing and confirmed everything. "He's not fine, he needs actual stitches, not a field dressing," Damien said, and Liora was already pulling her bag open, the small kit of proper supplies she'd insisted on bringing from New York, the training from years of chemistry lab work turning practical in a way she'd never imagined it would need to. She worked on Victor's arm at the small table in the inn's kitchen

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.