Victoria Mato Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I didn’t find any marks on my neck. My thoughts flashed away the moment the door was pushed out and Marta walked in. Marta is Victoria’s old friend. She’s about the same body size as Victoria, she’s in her late fifties and she’s quite tall. I returned the perfect-line smile she had on her face. She wastes no time before wrapping her arms around me. "You are Maya, right?" She asked pulling out of the hug "It’s so good to meet you." I smile back at her "You too. Thank you so much for letting me stay here Marta, I really appreciate it." If not for her I wouldn’t have had a place to live or worse still be under the same roof with Ashton.

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

I ask. "We needed her identity kept secret, even from the Scorpions. We couldn't afford for her identity to be compromised." Matteo responds. "We wanted to give her a name that wouldn't connect her to us. To ensure that Craig never found her. We used my mother's maiden name, so that way she would still be connected to us, but without others knowing." Matteo responds. "So what's her full name?" I ask. "To us, she is Sienna Genesis Martinez. However, she goes by Victoria Sienna Knight, or Vics for short." Matteo says. Making me more confused.

"What do you want?" "To save you. From the same fate as those three missing women. From becoming another name on the list of casualties surrounding my son." She adjusted the camera. "My name is Victoria Westcott. Though I have been using other names for the past two decades. Elena helped me create this meeting. Helped me arrange everything so you would finally hear the truth." "Elena is working with you?"

“Seems like she can’t do it. Mom, let me go. I am Sebastian’s fiancée, his childhood friend. I should be able to calm him down.” “Yeah, that’s right,” Ma Katrine said softly, almost remembering. “But be careful, so you won’t get hurt.” “Thank you, Mom,” Victoria replied, though her pride was clear. I froze for a moment. If I went in there… I could get hurt too. The thought made my stomach twist. “That is very bad,” Ma Katrine muttered. “I hope she succeeds.” “Don’t worry. She will,” Regina said firmly, though her gaze flicked to me like a warning.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

She couldn't stand but crawled to where Matias was. "Whatever it is, it won't work… kill him now," Matias ordered angrily, he didn't come to chat but end Victor Ellison once and for all. Victor stared at the four men advancing toward him. Tilting to look at Matias he was raging like a beast. Valentina smirked secretly and waited for Matias to end Victor

she questioned, and I frowned. "Victoria, stop it," I almost yelled at her. "I know you don't love me, and if not for our mate bond, I wouldn't even stand a chance with you," Victoria cried. "This is the first time I've seen you react in the presence of a woman. How do you want me to feel about that? Huh!" she asked. "My mate is interested in his surrogate. And you want me to be calm and happy about it?" she questioned, staring at me with tears-stained eyes.

I keep my head high, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as the pack exchange whispers between one another via their minds. "What the hell is this?" A woman comes forth from behind her packmates, her oceanic blue eyes observing me. She keeps her head low before Sophia, in respect. "Olivia, this is Valerie. She is your kings' mate and his future queen," she announces for everyone to hear. I didn't know what to think about the possibility of being a queen; it didn't feel like me, but there is this lingering urge of authority prickling at my skin towards the title - like it belongs to me.

His mother teased, she found the meal as pleasing as Jackson did. "If I tell you, would you tell me how you've managed to retain such unfathomable beauty all through the years?" Maria flattered, with a whisper, she spoke, "or could it be vampirism?" Jackson's mother smiled, if there was anything his mother loved, it was a good compliment, and Maria was doing amazingly well at it. "Says the goddess of beauty herself." What!? He couldn't control the words that slid off his tongue, as soon as he said them, the cheesiness slapped him across the face. Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation.