Victorious Christmas Novels & Stories

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

My eyes followed her until she disappeared into the crowd, the scent of her angry perfume still lingering. “Take it easy on her, she’s heartbroken,” Victor said, tapping the table with his fingers. He tried to sound serious for half a second, like someone who cared. Only for him toburst into loud, wet laughter that rolled out mean and satisfied. I poured myself another glass of champagne. The cold liquid splashed softly into the glass. Bubbles rose fast and popped against the rim. I raised it to my lips and took a long, slow sip. The taste felt sweet, cold, and victorious on my tongue.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

“You don’t have to fight everyone by yourself.” “I’m not trying to be brave,” I said. “I’m just tired of being scared.” He nodded slowly. “I understand that very well, and I commend you for wanting to fight for your rights.” His thumb brushed lightly against my cheek. “I meant what I said,” he added. “No one gets to hurt you, not while I’m here.” My throat tightened. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He smiled. “If there's anyone who's lucky, then it's me. You're too perfect it feels so unreal.”

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

He lay there frozen, unable to move, as I ripped him apart, each time I reminded myself of what he could have done to my baby, had we not got to her in time. Victor's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, his strength failing him. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exhaustion, my claws still trembling with fury. "It's over," I snarled, my fangs dripping with venom. "You've lost, you’ll never lay hands on my babies again!." I started ripping him apart limb by limb. His whole pack watched as I ripped into him, I stood over what was left of his flesh, his blood dripping from my mouth, as I growled. I raised my head howling in victory, and my entire pack joined in. Everyone for mil

He is a thug, not above cutting a man’s finger off, not above whizzing in an alley to mark off his territory. It’s then that he hears a can fall over, a rustling from the other side. Victor tucks his massive c**k back into his pants and goes to investigate. What could it be? A rabid raccoon? A prom baby? Those dogs from Lady and the Tramp? It isn’t any of those things. It is a Christmas gift from the devil himself. Thanks, dark lord, thanks.

Dec. 24. Iskander. I drank a little wine while listening to the nonsense my brother was saying, already a little drunk, so he smiled. It was a different Christmas. Victory had come to change my life and to be honest, I don't regret anything. I look at my watch, seeing that there was only half an hour left. for twelve. - okay let's lift this to bring the sweet things - Magali speaks

“This is the best Christmas ever. I got just what I wanted. A puppy. A fairy house. And my own daddy.” He looked into Sparkle’s eyes and she felt his love, his pleasure at the moment, and she knew that none of them would ever be lonely again. “Merry Christmas, my darling Kaleb.” “Merry Christmas, my sweet love.” And in the lights of the tree, Kaleb sealed their new life with a kiss that had Hayzel applauding and sent the new puppy barking. Everything, Sparkle thought, was now perfect. -THE END-

Christian said firmly but laced behind his voice a daring and mischievous trap. " And if I win?", " I'll clean yours", " Deal, let's go," Victor accepted eagerly, his inside buzzing with excitement on what the look on Clarisse's face would be when watching her husband clean his shoe and also how mighty he'd feel. Clarisse pulled Christian's clothes slightly looking worried, " Are you sure about this?", " This is for you," he replied, smiling, " if I should win, you'll grant a wish of mine," he said, staring deep into her eyes lustfully.