Novel & Cerita Victorious Fanfiction

She got out of his hold and stood face to face with him while keeping her arms on his shoulders "Why are you curious… She's my secret fantasy… "Victor murmured with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Vivienne hated kind games. Especially those played by Victor "Fantasy?" she muttered and Victor pushed her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck and scooped him close to him His strong arms secured her firmly. She didn't feel cold as the hot water engulfed her completely

Victor chuckled softly at my reaction, looking completely unbothered by my fear. “Relax,” he said casually. “I only lured him away.” He paused briefly before shrugging. “If he survives or not…” he continued with a cold smile, “that’s his business.” My stomach twisted painfully. No. No, Dominic couldn’t be hurt. Victor stepped even closer, his eyes gleaming with obsession. “But even if he does survive,” he added confidently, “by then we would already be married, princess.” “You are delusional, Victor!” I snapped immediately, glaring fiercely at him despite the fear consuming me from within.

"We look good together, don't we?" They did, indeed! Dominant he, innocent she. Bold he, timid she. Powerful he, naive she. Only if he hadn't compelled her to sleep with him, he could have been the perfect partner for her—a man as powerful and sensible as him could protect her from every harm, keep her safe in his arms, and comfort her when she was all by herself—yet he ended up being the one who destroyed her. Devoid her of everything. Lust and vengeance mercilessly crushed whatever soft feelings he had for her in his heart.

he said in his prideful tone and I scowled. “Is that so?” I asked and moved even closer to Dominic and placed a quick kiss on his lips. Victor’s eyes narrowed in slits and a victorious smile stretched my lips. I placed more kisses on Dominic’s face and Victor harrumphed. Have that, you old bald egg! *************************** Avery's asthetic will coming up in I G (the_fem_ink).

But as their passion ignited, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. They moved to the bedroom, their bodies entwined, their movements driven by a primal need for connection, for solace, for release. They made love with a raw intensity, a desperate attempt to fill the void in their hearts, to find solace in each other’s arms. As they lay together, exhausted but content, Jenifer felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that what they had done was not a betrayal of Victoria’s memory, but a celebration of life, a testament to the enduring power of love.

The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty room to die completely. Taika stared at the plot and sighted _" Quite pityful and native." Staring at the small skinny figure covered in different untreated wounded which some were still bleeding, made her sight even more. Am going to have revenge on those people, who did this to you, I promise -Bang! Taika was yet to finished her sentence when the kicked door landed on the floor, waking the thousand years old sleeping dusk, which spread their descents around the room like thick explosive . " Cough! cough! WTH!"

I knew that one day, I would face Xavier and Uriah again, and the outcome would be different. The taste of defeat fueled the fire within me, igniting a determination that burned brighter than ever before. No matter how long it took, no matter the sacrifices required, I vowed to reclaim my position as the only alpha. With Victor by my side, I was unstoppable. The world would tremble in the wake of our resurgence. And as I prepared for the battles that lay ahead, I couldn't help but revel in the thought of Xavier's face when he realized that my escape was not a sign of weakness, but a testament to my unwavering resolve.

“Oh, I’m exactly what you expected. You just hoped I wasn’t.” Her hands clenched. “Dominic will kill you.” Victor leaned closer. “Eventually,” he agreed. “But not before I finish the game.” “What game?” His smile sharpened. “The one where I take everything he loves.” Her heart skipped. “You already tried that.” “Not yet.” His eyes gleamed dangerously. “You’re only the first piece.” Her blood froze. “Piece?” Victor stepped closer. “So tell me,” he murmured softly, “how much does he love you?”

Victor’s grip was slipping, slowly but surely. She whispered to herself, a soft promise, “We’re not done yet. But we’re winning… one step at a time.” The internet was already aflame. The narrative had shifted. Victor’s attempts to drag Killian into the mud had backfired spectacularly, and Ivy, with her father’s help, had turned the tide. Now, it was just a matter of keeping the momentum, and staying one step ahead of Victor’s escalating madness.

He growls, watching as Edgar rips her dress from her shoulders, pushing it roughly down, as Evelyn grabs Edgar by the short hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to her hungry mouth, wrapping her legs around him – Victor snaps his head away, pressing his eyes closed, holding back the feral roar that builds inside his throat, every muscle in his body rigid with defiance, screaming mine mine mine. In his hand, the tumbler shatters, slicing his palm. Victor lets the pieces of glass fall to the ground, blood dripping on top of them, before turning away to walk slowly back to his house. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------