Novel & Cerita Victoria Vance

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

The sound of dragon wings filled the air, the roar of beasts signaling the start of something far greater than anyone could predict. Vanessa took a breath and straightened her back. There was no going back now. If she was going to be the weapon, then she would wield it herself. To be continued...

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

“…and I see you are on to the next Van Halen.” Victoria’s hand slid across his chest… stroking with two of her manicured fingers. Oh she was just trying to piss me off. “Come on, when the old teammate can’t play any longer, you have to switch teams, right? Vance is the new you,” she purred. I wasn’t the perfect husband, not by a long shot. But Victoria? She’d sell her soul for power. It’s no shock she jumped ship the second she found out I was sick.

she whispered. Later that night, after Liam was asleep, Victoria sat in the study with a glass of wine and a folder full of notes on Celeste Moreau. The woman was a ghost—multiple identities, no fixed address, a history of inserting herself into wealthy families only to tear them apart from the inside. But ghosts could be exorcised. Victoria picked up her phone and dialed a number she hadn't used in years. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Director Vance. It's Victoria Hamilton. I need a favor."

she whispered. Win raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice turning low and seductive. “You always liked Victoria, right? I’ll let you sleep with her. In return, you delete every single video and image you have of me.” Win stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “That’s a good deal. But how do I know you’re not bluffing?” Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She held it up in front of his face.

He couldn't take any chances, because Victoria and her children were his most precious possessions, and the children couldn't live without their mother. Victoria's face changed, because she had fallen in love with Jackson and didn't like this advice, but now Victoria had no choice. “All right!” She nodded. “I'm sorry about this, but I'm doing it because I want to protect you!” Jackson said gently, and Victoria understood. "So who are you going to find? Because, whether you like it or not, the girl will be in danger, and that's not fair!“ ”Don't worry, I have a friend named Vanessa, and she's a retired special forces soldier, and she's not afraid of anything!“

"Miss Vance, I want to return to the evening of September fourteenth." ​Across the table, behind a barrier of thick corporate binders, Victoria sat perfectly upright in a tailored charcoal suit. Her hands were elegantly crossed, a flawless diamond cocktail ring catching the sharp fluorescent light every time she shifted her weight. Her cold eyes were fixed entirely on my face, a triumphant smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She had used the chaos of Leo's digital breach to slap me with this expedited subpoena, and she was getting her money’s worth. ​"I’ve already answered that, counselor," I whispered, my throat dry and raspy. I hadn't been allowed a sip of water in two hours without H

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and