Victorious Beck Novels & Stories

I spoke confidently, glancing one last time at my mate fiercely attacking a creature we only imagined to exist in storybooks. With newfound determination, I joined the fray, spear in hand. Elizabeth and I fought side by side, our synchronized movements a testament to our bond and devotion to our packs. Each undead opponent we faced seemed more formidable than the last, but we pressed on, driven by the desperate need to protect. "Hold the line!" Becky shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "River and Drake are almost here!" Her words sent a wave of relief through me.

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.

“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…"

“Who are you? Why do you keep coming for me?” “Because you are mine, Aurora,” the voice said, cold and ominous. “You…are…mine.” “No, I’m not!” I cried, shaking my head before I raised my face toward the sky. “I’m not!” As I lowered my head, I saw a pair of red eyes peering at me from the darkness. They were the eyes of a predator watching its prey. I pressed my lips together to prevent a scream as they moved closer, stalking me. My gaze moved down from the eyes and I shivered. Was that an evil grin beneath the glowing red orbs? As the eyes came closer, I realized my mistake.

"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."

His dark eyes never left her dripping core. “I said, get on your knees. Now.” The command in his voice sent a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs. Becky hesitated for only a second before sliding off the couch and dropping to her knees on the thick Persian rug. The position made her feel small. Vulnerable. Achingly turned on. Victor stepped closer until the bulge in his expensive trousers was level with her face. She could see how hard he was—thick and straining against the fabric.

“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.