Victorious Beck Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hey... Barbie.” Victor’s voice sounded making Becca flinch backward. Ezra and Reid quickly walk in front, mindlink on how to take him out. “You know I can hear all you say... Arggg!” Before Victor could finish his words, a deep roar followed and he fell to the floor. And then Becca watched him again, Ezra and Reid got ready to attack him but they waited for him to stand up. “Guys, hang in it is me. I made him think he wins so that I would be able to push everything down his digestive system!” Alexander uttered touching his forehead and breathing loudly.

He looked noticeably more haggard as he avoided my gaze and could barely meet my eyes. "Erica, I've looked into everything. It was Mable who set you up, and I've misunderstood you…"

"Then what?" Victor leaned into my face, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's about Becky." My heart stopped. "What do you mean?" I whispered. He grinned. "Like your mother said… Becky isn't just Becky." And then it struck me. Becky wasn't just a pawn. She was the queen. And I'd been blind the entire time. The Realization My heart was pounding. "What have you done to her?" Victor raised his glass of champagne, smiling. "Nothing… yet."

Was I supposed to know who this Hector of a person was? “Hector, who?” Oxley had better have an explanation for coming here, else I might just force this beta of mine to get laid right away. Many she-wolves already had interest in him, but Oxley never spared them a second glance. “Alpha, I mean Hector, the warrior. He’s awake.” He was referring to the warrior who nearly died four days ago? “The warrior who was saved by your breeder. He’s awake.” What the… He survived? I had to see this for myself. How was he able to regain consciousness so soon? I thought it would have taken longer for him to wake up.

“He nearly died. He stopped eating and drinking and started disregarding his safety during missions. Everyone thought he was going to give up and surrender to the darkness. Luckily, he managed to find himself again, but barely. It wasn’t until he came here, did it look as if he finally had a hint of light in his eyes.” Hit was a blinding and sudden clarity, I jumped to my feet. “I will see you in the morning, but I need to go!” Without waiting for a response, I rushed out of my office. At full speed, I ran through the packhouse, with only one thought. Minutes later, when I was standing in the hall, facing Daxton’s door, I lost my courage.

Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when Vinca "died" Frost was sure that Damont had seen the news of their engagement so he wanted to see how this would play out. Since Vinca had already told him about her company, he was going to do everything in his power to get her company back to her. The how, where and when was what he had to meticulously plan and it would begin with this meeting. On Friday night Vinca was up for some fun. She was tired of a routine life., Waking up, breakfast, work, lunch, more work, dinner then sleep. Unless of course, for those occasional days when Frost made her stay home when her PTSD kicked in.

Gavin. He looked...he looked like a beast ready to devour as he moved with a speed I hadn’t known he possessed, with his eyes blazing with pure rage. He rushed at Stephen who he had thrown to the cold floor and he started connecting his fist to his jaws repeatedly. Stephen tried to defend himself, throwing clumsy punches that were easily deflected by Gavin’s movements. It was a pathetic attempt, like a kitten trying to fight and angry tiger. I watched, paralyzed, as he kneed Stephen in the gut, the sickening thud in his guts echoing in the room. Stephen crumpled to the ground, and Gavin was on him again in an instant.

“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."