Victor X Yuri Novels & Stories

his question squeezes my chest, how I wish I could walk out of here with her and shout to the world that she is my daughter. "My little one, I..." "It will be a few days yet, little one," Iuri answers for me approaching, Ysie extends her arms to him and he takes her in his lap. I stare in astonishment at the scene. She always rejected and cried when guys came here to meet her, but she likes Iuri. When did they become so close? "How did you win her over?", I ask with my eyes shining. "I've been here a few times, she reminds a lot of me when I was her age."

She wanted to know who this gorgeous man was and how she could get to know him better. “Yuri. Yuri Bostic.” He offered her his hand as his mind tried to search hers but found a black fog instead. He had only encountered a black fog once before. Six hundred years ago a thief Pixie named Charleic had crossed his path and Yuri instantly became his friend once he discovered the fog. Yuri knew that Amber was no ordinary human. “I have to say this before I lose my nerve. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He brought her hand to his lips and planted a kiss.

Victor whispered again, trying to convince Ruby to hold on. Victor continued to pound Ruby relentlessly. Quickly and forcefully, Victor's hand slapped Ruby's small ass as he almost came. "Uhhh!" Ruby's eyes went white as her hands gripped Victor's shoulders, her chest heaving. Her legs shook with her ragged breathing. "Argh Ruby," at the same time Victor got the peak of his game, pressing Ruby's ass even more, and releasing all his juices into Ruby's body. Returning to smacking Ruby's lips and pulling herself free from the union of their bodies.

She too seems like she was in disbelief. Before she could even ask, he whispered something to her and the disbelief vanished, like it was never there to begin with. Without even knowing it, a hard thing makes contact with my neck and my eyes close shut at the pain. My hand makes contact with my neck and I felt something from the much warmer place of my neck. Without hesitating, I lunge at her, beating her down to the ground. I had, had enough of her. There's arms around me and I spot Amber trying to get me off and before I can use my leg to drop her, a two toned haired girl is already at her.

Victor's eyes were soft as he stared at her. "You fought them," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, twisted pride as his eyes drifted to the man she had crippled with the vase. "You ruined one of them before I even got here." "I told you," she whispered, her voice cracking as the adrenaline finally began to fade, leaving her body shaking with cold exhaustion. "I'm not... a Moretti prize. I am Serena." Victor gazed at her, really gazed at her, seeing the fire still burning behind her tears. The sheer biological and psychological pull he felt toward her in that moment was overwhelming.

Dynasty's kisses were slow and searching at the start, but they grew over time into a strong and surging passion that wiped away all painful memories that Victor held inside. Now that all the dust has settled, he's back home in Korea with his father. He realized how difficult it was to be without Dynasty physically; having her in his heart wasn't enough. It was torture! It was worse than any amount of time he spent in prison. His physical wounds even begin to hurt again. Everything hurt, and it hurt all the time. Victor hadn't been sleeping well. Yuna became more paramount in life again with the help of his father. When Victor would fall asleep, his dreams were filled with Dynasty and they

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

He looks furious. "You're a coward, Oscar. You and your warriors thought that you were attacking defenseless women. Sorry about your new mate that she had to die because you were eager to attack my mate. It is such a shame that you just found your second-chance mate, and now she's dead. Never come close to my mate again. Next time, I will declare war, and you and your whole pack will die!" Victor says. I walk over to where Victor is standing and throw Sandy's body to the other side of the border.

I exposed my neck, giving him non-verbal permission to do as he pleased. "You're perfect," Victor cooed, gingerly swiping my hair away while drilling into me at the pace of a madman. The contrast in his action, tender while he entered me like a complete beast, was something I found endearing. My arms wrapped around him, nails sinking into his flexing back muscles, "So are you." I watched, enamored, as Victor's canines elongated, "This is going to hurt like a bitch but it has to be done. I'm sorry. I wish there was another way."

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.