Victorious Opposite Novels & Stories

I used to read her emotions through her eyes but now I can't even look at those almond eyes because I know her eyes says fear. "Don't be afraid. We're on this together." I assured her "Fight him." "No. You're the last thing I want to lose. I can't lose you, Rhi." She stubbornly refused and turned her attention to the enemy "Fight fair." Ricky laughed "There is no fair in this cruel world, kid. In order for you to win is to trick your enemy. Do you have something to say to your lovely dirty girlfriend before I blow her head?" Ricky was so distracted by his pep talk and didn't notice the little move that Glaiza did.

ᚨᚾᛞ ᛟᚢᚱ ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞ ᛋᚺᚨᛚᛚ ᛋᛟᛚᛁᛞᛁᚠᚤ ᛟᚢᚱ ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛟᛋᛖ ᛟᚢᛏᛋᛁᛞᛖ." ("Protection comes with a price but that's alright. We work to protect our own from an impending evil that plagues the land around us. Those coming to hurt us shall not touch. The people around share our power to use for a source of protection. We shall not be harmed from where we stand or beyond. The world around us holds evils, but with this we work against it in our own protection. Raise it around us for we are separate but together. Protect those here for we need help from other forces we thank you with our lives. And our blood shall solidify our protection from those outside.")

--- Not his strength. --- Not his resolve. --- His choice. --- When he opened them again— --- The decision had been made. --- “…Fine,” he said quietly. --- A pause. --- “We do it your way.” --- Adrian exhaled sharply. --- Relief— --- But brief. --- Because the danger wasn’t over. --- Not even close. --- Victor stepped back. --- Not defeated by them— --- But by something else. --- The realization… --- That this wasn’t his fight to control anymore.

"I'm going to make him want me. Make him need me. Make him fall so deeply in love with me that he can't imagine his life without me." She stood, brushing dirt from her knees, her hands steady now with purpose. "I'll make him break his arranged mating. Celeste Ravencroft will be humiliated, her family insulted. The alliance will crumble. And while he's distracted, while he's weak and vulnerable, focused on me instead of his pack..." She smiled, and it felt like a knife slash across her face. "That's when his enemies will strike."

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

Sophia, our anchor, and guiding light, emanated an energy that bolstered our spirits, infusing us with resilience and hope. In the heat of the clash, doubts resurfaced, threatening to erode our focus. The weight of our mission and the overwhelming power of our enemy loomed large. But in those moments, we found strength in one another. A glance, a nod, a shared understanding that together, we were unstoppable. With each passing moment, our adversary weakened, their defenses crumbling under the relentless assault of our collective might. We had tapped into a wellspring of resilience and determination that could not be quelled. The victory was within our grasp.

As we stepped into the room, we were greeted by the chilling presence of Victoria, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and malice. "Emma, Alexander," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You should have known better than to cross me. Now, you will witness the true power of this organization." The room erupted into chaos as the organization's operatives swarmed around us. It was a desperate struggle, where every move and decision carried weight. We fought with a fierce determination, knowing that failure meant not only our own doom but the triumph of the organization's sinister plans. As the battle raged on, our resolve remained unyielding. We called upon our allies, rallying thei

He shouted as she tried to convince him. "Look Wasim you should let him live with her, if he wants. Or you'll lose him in future if you tried to impose your decisions on him. He will oppose you when he'll grow, if you didn't let him do what he wants. If he wants then let him go, and after he will come back to you as per his promise. You can never force your children, or you will lose them. And in end he will only listen to himself." She convinced him with her fake tone, manipulating techniques, and emotional blackmail.

Terrible thoughts crossed her mind leaving her almost numb. Kevin watched as her movements paused momentarily. Emma was breathing slowly. She's losing hope. And that's what he wanted. Her vulnerability was giving him intense satisfaction. Any man could grab a woman by her hair, throw her on the bed, and have his way with her but that's not dominance according to him. That's violent sex where a man controls a woman, physically. He could have done that, right here, right now. He's way stronger than her. He could easily fulfill his sinful needs with her but that's not how he liked it. He wanted her to give in. Kevin knew she was strong as she always preferred her values more than his charm. He

The fortress, long sacrosanct, provided its first intimation of vulnerability not in the ferocity of the battle, but in the tranquil wake of victory. The telecom deal had been sealed, a masterpiece of predatory art where they had left their opponents eviscerated and bleeding on the exchange floor. They had celebrated it over a glass of ancient Armagnac, the mood one of primitive, shared victory. They were monarchs on their own battlefield, and the world was theirs to command.