Novel & Cerita Victorious Fanfiction

“I understand Alpha.” I immediately call Jorden and he puts his phone on speaker. “She can hear Nico.” “I, Victor Reese Stone, reject you, Vicki Renee Taylor, as my mate.” “You fucking traitor, you think I’d want to be with you anyway. I accept your rejection Victor Reese Stone.” They both scream in agony from the snap of the mate bond. Victor is on the ground clutching at his heart and sweat is pouring off of him. “Vicki, for your crimes you will be executed.”

We were losing fast and I had to do something to save my people. I tried one last time to show Victor the history books of our ancestors and how happy they were after they left the kingdom and I could see the moment realization set in. His eyes sparkled as he sighed and nodded. Viktoria and I were meant to be together and a simple misunderstanding caused by my old elder council forced this war on both sides. Since it appeared as though our rejection didn’t take, Victor agreed that I could marry Viktoria. At first, he didn’t agree to a marriage. Just that we could be mated, but I wanted it to be a celebration for everyone. Including Viktoria.

I took a wine and I was about to open it in celebration of my victory but then I remembered that this victory wasn't mine alone so l called victor to celebrate with him and also to congratulate him. Even though peace was being treated badly at the moment, it will all work out for him because she will need him to help solve all these problems and then if he could. He would appear as her knight in shining armour and she would appreciate his love and that way he can get back the woman he wanted. "Congratulations, Mr victor your dreams just came true." l shouted as soon as the call got connected. l can't help it, I couldn't contain my happiness. Like, I was feeling so elated that I was dancing w

Victory leaned into his ear and whispered her confession, causing Arthur's heart rate to spike up in response. Her eyes were hooded and pink lips puckered as she aligned her face in front of his. Without missing a beat, she lowered her gaze, looking intently towards his lips and very slowly pulled him down to meet her height, preparing for their lips to meet. Giving him time to push her away, she fitted her lips cautiously to his, sighing softly in satisfaction as they moulded perfectly together. Is Victory planning to seduce me or was her drink spiked as well? He vaguely wondered, his thoughts appearing vaguely like cotton candy clouds. As soon as they popped in his head, they would mysteri

Victor fucked her hard, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red as he railed her. “Look at him,” Victor snarled, pounding deeper. “Look at your would-be lover while I wreck this pussy. Tell him who owns you.” “You,” Lila gasped, eyes locked on Damien’s as Victor destroyed her. “Victor owns me. Only Victor.” The wet slap of skin filled the room. Victor reached around to rub her clit roughly, forcing her closer to the edge while he stared Damien down. “You thought you could take what’s mine?” Victor growled, never slowing his punishing rhythm. “This cunt is ruined for anyone else. Watch me fill it.”

Ash in the wind. Victor fled. Lucien didn’t chase him. He just held me as I collapsed. “You won,” he said. “No,” I whispered, curling against his chest. “We did.”

Victorious. He begins to undress with the calm of someone who has all the time in the world, each piece of clothing falling to the floor like another layer of my resistance being stripped away. When he stands completely naked before me, with that authoritarian posture the years never managed to break, I understand that the monster of my nightmares was never a metaphor. It was always this man. Exactly this one. He approaches the bed slowly, savoring every second of the victory he believes he has won. What comes next, I do not describe. Not out of modesty, but because some violence is too great for words, too deep to be transformed into narrative. There are things that, if shown in detail, cea

"Maybe a story about a guy who got a second chance." "Does it have a happy ending?" "I don't believe in happy endings, El." Victor reached out and took her hand. His fingers interlaced with hers. "I believe in the next chapter." He looked at her. Really looked at her. Her skin was human. Her eyes were brown. She was exactly the woman he’d fought for, bled for, and died for. "Ready?" Victor asked. "Dialogue first," she said. Victor smiled. He turned back to the screen.

“It’s you. Break the core, and you break yourself. Join me, and we’ll remake everything.” I staggered, the dagger’s light dimming, the mark’s burn overwhelming, her visions flooding me—ruling, not fighting, power, not pain. The bond was a whisper now, Lucian’s voice gone, and I felt her winning, her smile in my mind, my hands trembling, the dagger slipping.

Past Victor listened to Viviana on the phone, her voice dripping malice as she said everything about Dominic's hideout. It was a perfect plan that was exactly laid down, and Victor was satisfied. He felt very proud of himself because there was a brilliant way in which he managed to impose Viviana into Dominic's team. It had in fact been a risk that had brought its reward now that he, Victor, was in the position to strike right where he wanted.