Victor X Yuri Novels & Stories

He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under the sun’s ray. Lady X, on the other hand, was glued to all his properties. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and I doubt if she remembered that I existed. She took a feminine stance, looking all sexy with her armor. This was the point I cursed for not putting on my blue armor. She was going to capture Ryu and have me killed; this was really going to be a long battle for entitlement. “Samantha.” Ryu walked up to us, his chest moving up and down with each step he took. My mouth slowly opened, and I fought myself, struggling to keep his hot body away from my head. He was still the Alpha, which meant I had no po

I knew that each time he had hurt me, it hurt him as well, but it wasn’t time to stop. Carter cherished me more than his life and he has never done anything to physically hurt me. Each time he caused me pain, he became distressed. Thankfully I was skilled with computers and would be able to edit the video to make it more convincing. Since his back had been facing the camera recording, it didn’t capture his emotions.

"The last forty eight hours were torture, Wren. We need to be together." "I'll adjust," she forced herself to say, trying to push his wrist away and failing, her walls fluttering around his fingers as her hips fucked them, eager and horny. "I'll move on. I'll force myself to date. I'll learn how to want someone else even if it takes years—" "My whore will make daddy leave a trail of dead bodies in her wake if she lets men touch my fucking cunt and you know it," Victor cut her off, gaze dark, fingers curling harder inside her, now jamming vengefully into her with angry grunts in between kisses.

"No, please don't post it! I'll do anything you want. Just don't post it." "Then, what do I get if I don't post this, because I swear to you, I'm dying to post this shit," Victor sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. I felt a surge of desperation and raised my hands in a placating gesture. "Fine, I'll do what you want. You want the prizes back? I'll give you everything. Just don't post that, please." Victor's smile grew wider. "First, tell me who this girl is. I heard you date the cheerleader captain, Yvonne. This is not Yvonne. Who is she?"

And looking closer now, the one who Rai talked to just now has forest green eyes, while the one that he bumped into earlier has yellow eyes like a cat’s. “Hello, beautiful.” The taller one spoke and walked towards Rai. “My name is Victor. I am a third year student here.” He said and took Rai’s hand to shake it. “Just call me ‘Victor’.” He said and kissed the back of Rai’s hand. Rai felt a shiver went down his spine and held himself back not to pull jerk his hand from the other’s grasp. “Y – yes, senior…” he said and forced a smile as he slowly pulled his hand from Victor’s grasp.

And then—Devin’s hand wrapped around hers. “You don’t have to become him,” he said. “You already won.” Tears slipped down her face. And the lance dissolved into harmless light. Azrael collapsed. Alive. Defeated. Yuri dropped to her knees, sobbing into Devin’s chest. Later That Night – Vector’s Final Words Yuri stood by Vector’s bedside, the dagger on the table beside them. He looked older. So much older. “You saved them,” he whispered. “You’re not proud of me,” she said softly. “You’re relieved I didn’t burn.”

She had done this to us. Victoria scooped Martin into her arms. "Don't cry, or I'll leave you for good." She carried him toward his room and shot me an ugly glare over her shoulder. I watched them disappear down the hallway, and my thoughts grew more tangled with each passing second. Had I made the right choice? What I almost did before Martin stopped me… would that have been right? Was I acting irrationally? Victoria might have made some indecent videos for money, but she had always drawn a line she refused to cross. She rejected any request that might lead to sex. She had not cheated on me either. Her reason had always been the same. She wanted to make more money and ease my burden.

He merely grunted, trying to pry my fingers off his neck. “Take back what you said about her. You loved her once, you coward! She chose you once!” Viktor stopped struggling. He looked up at me with disgust…vile, stinging disgust. “I'll never take it back,” he wheezed. “Zoya is now the monster you created, and Kari is the one paying for it. You say you care for her? You say she's your mate? Then why are you fighting me instead of finding her?”

a woman’s voice commanded, confident and authoritative. I slowly stood and turned around, finding Victoria aiming her gun directly at my face. “Did you think we would not bring backup? I am here to make sure you die by my hand,” Victoria said. “You can kill me. But spare Yuri.” Victoria glanced casually at Yuri lying on the floor. “He is as good as dead.” Victoria moved swiftly. Bang. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting Yuri. My fury exploded. I lunged at Victoria, screaming, the pain in my heart so overwhelming that I no longer cared whether I lived or died.

Victor was obsessed with being called a man recently. When he heard that word, he puffed his small chest, clenched his fists, and promised, "I'm a man! I'll protect Zoey!" Zoey was an obedient girl. She climbed down from Vincent's body, but her lips were curled. She glared with her eyes wide open as she showed her dissatisfaction. Seeing how the three children interacted, Yuliana's heart skipped a beat. Her body suddenly returned to normal, and she could move freely again.