Victorious Christmas Tori Novels & Stories

They’d barely taken a few steps when a familiar voice floated over the speakers—warm, playful, and devastatingly unmistakable. “So… I was dared to come up on stage,” the woman said, laughter threaded through her tone. “And if you’re gonna make me sing, then I’m singing a Christmas song. So—enjoy.” Jordan froze. His heart slammed so hard against his ribs, he was sure everyone around him could hear it. The world narrowed instantly, the edges blurring as if someone had turned down the volume on everything except her voice. Slowly—almost afraid of what he’d see, afraid that if he looked too fast she might disappear—he lifted his gaze toward the stage.

he hushed lowly, one arm shielding her behind him. Carolina pressed herself lower, her breathing uneven as footsteps approached through the chaos. One of the armed men moved closer to the counter, gun raised carefully as he searched around. Their cover was seconds away from being blown. Adrian’s gaze swept across the shelves. His fingers closed around a wine bottle. The man leaned over the counter— The bottle shattered against his face. A grunt tore from the man as glass exploded everywhere. Adrian surged upward instantly, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him over the counter like dead weight.

Several had been at their wedding last year. Jolene exchanged hugs with Tori, Parkers fiancé. “I hope we weren’t supposed to bring anything.” “Just yourself.” Tori said with her sweet southern accent. She was a strawberry blonde with dark blue eyes. Where Jolene had her mother’s fluff, Tori was rail thin. “I love this sweater. Of course, I don’t have the chest for it.” Jolene laughed as Tori placed her hands on her chest feeling her small breasts.

Tori smirked, pulling out a small box. "Tori-" I groaned, but was cut off by the flaming red head. "Listen here miss." Tori glared at me, "You are going to accept my gift, and you are going to like it." I gave her one last weary glance and peeled back the bright wrapping paper on the box. "It isn't even a holiday." I murmured grumpily. "It's give a friend a gift day, bitch." Tori snickered, a grin playing on her lips as I looked at what was inside the box.

Her face was flushed from the pain, and tears still clung to her lashes, giving her eyes a reddened, haunted look. "What's wrong, Tori?" Sylas asked gently, his voice soft and coaxing. "I—I don't know…" Victoria replied, her gaze distant as she looked around the room once more. She was certain she'd heard a voice, but its source remained a mystery. The voice had seemed to invade her mind, forcefully pushing through her thoughts in a way that felt both urgent and intrusive.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

“I called it. No one looks at their friend that way. Alex was always giving ‘fuck me’ eyes to Luke and Luke’s pulse races around Alex. I’m not an idiot. I saw it.” “What do you mean she doesn’t like being call Tori?” I ask as Damien drinks more beer. “She is not a fan of Täydellisyys either. She likes her name. Considers it her calling. Victoria means victory or conquer. She fought hard to achieve so much and she wants everyone to use her full name to honor her fight.” “I will fix this,” I say as his words wash over me.