Victorious Beck 소설 & 이야기

“Then I’ll have to be the one it doesn’t break.” He tilted his head, clearly amused by her spark. “We’ll see.” The rest of the team trickled in over the next hour. Engines roared briefly, doors slammed, laughter echoed down the hall. She was introduced to faces and names she barely absorbed. Her focus kept drifting back to him. The veteran. The one who had looked at her like a spark he wanted to set on fire. His name was Beck. He was on the night shift. He moved like someone who didn’t need to prove anything, like everything around him already belonged to him. Even the air seemed to bend toward him.

He crossed the room in three long strides and extended his bloodied wrist toward me like an offering. “Those motherfucking elders,” he said, voice low and rough, “thought they could decide who I keep. So I reminded the whole pack exactly who the Alpha is.” I stared into the stormy depths of his eyes and remembered yesterday how he had snarled in my face, teeth bared, promising violence to anyone who tried to take me away. I still didn’t know if it was possessiveness, duty, pity for how weak I was… or something real. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he murmured, stepping closer until the heat rolling off him wrapped around me.

Liam probably won't even question why the girl suddenly moved to him. And besides, I have trust in my friend. She can make excuses to her brother. --- "Everything is set–-from the outfits, graphics, posters, plans for the MV, and even the press conferences, scheduled," Rocco boasted when for the first time in a while, I entered Aether. "I carried a load, didn't I?" He even showed me his biceps that didn't bulge even though he insisted to me that they did. "Put that down. You don’t have biceps. Just accept it."

Lizzy POV The fight between each side broke out, but I tried to keep the casualties on our side to a minimum, so far we've been decreasing the enemies numbers easily but each opponent that the warriors come in contact with are more stronger than the last , if it weren't for me backing them up from in the trees some of Blake's best men would have been dead The war raged on for a few minutes before Alex's team finally showed up, that placed us at a greater advantage by our increase in number "Alpha Alexander, so you've finally showed your face " victor spoke while finishing off his kill on one of our men "Who are you, " Alex asked as he fought one of the enemy that stood in his way "Oh I'm s

Is this where Kaia had been all along. As soon as I see him exit the grand front doors, making his way over to us I remember him instantly. How could I have forgotten him…he had a limp to his walk and the scar across his eye was still prominent. “Alpha Hector…it’s great to see you again!” He extends his hand out to me, shaking it with enthusiasm. He clearly remembered me. “Alpha Beckett, I’m glad to see you finally made a new pack for yourself.” “It’s getting there, I hear we have you both to thank for winning the battle. I hope you haven’t been injured.”

The person who brought Becca here. HIM…

She purses her lips, but doesn't argue. 'The Beta from Red Moon pack is here demanding entry' my warrior, Becca, tells me. I instantly see red. That fucker has some nerve. 'Do not, I repeat, do not, grant him entry. I'm on my way. Have a pair of pants there for me' I growl, cutting the link. I sprint out of the pack house, fur is sprouting up my arm as Adonis' anger mixes with mine and I just barely make it outside before I shift into his massive form and run to the border.

Chosen, protected, loved. Despite everything. Because of everything. Together. And somewhere in federal prison, Becca began her fifteen year sentence, knowing she'd lost the only battle that mattered. The battle for the people she'd tried to destroy. Who'd survived. Who'd won. Who'd built something beautiful from the ashes she'd left behind. That was victory. Real, co mplete, beautiful victory. And for the first time since this nightmare began, I believed we might actually be okay. Damaged, complicated, constantly healing.

"You can bet, call, raise, fold or... bluff if you're lucky." "And the losers?" I swirled the wine in the glass, a teasing smile tugging at my lips. "Drinks." Yes, drink until they are down. The game started. Gabriel brought in a more alcoholic wine. Vesper and Nick joined while Leander sat at the side, watching us expressionlessly. I pinched my nose. If he watched with so much concentration, how could I bluff my way out in case I lost later? Then again, losing felt so good.

“I’m right here.” “Well, if it isn’t the hyperactive little shadow.” Voss sneered before letting out a dark, amused chuckle. “I see you’re still there. I should have known you’ll still be clinging to him like a fucking leech.” Beck’s expression darkened immediately. “Unfortunately for you, asshole." Myla looked between the phone and Beck, her brows furrowing. “You know him?” Beck didn’t take his eyes off the device. “Yeah, I know exactly who this piece of trash is,” he spat out, his voice shaking with pure disgust. “He is Commander Richard Voss.”