Victorious Opposite Novels & Stories

Victor was as turned on by Vice’s loss of control as he was by the way she was bound. She turned her head so that she could watch the expression on Victor’s face. She could understand how he felt, watching Victor’s colour rise and his absolute focus and fascination was as much a turn on for her as Vice’s body against hers. Victor’s hand closed around himself, gripping himself tightly around the base, controlling himself, she realised, so that he did not come before his turn.

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

But, most importantly, he didn't look like he was about to commit murder. She didn't know why, but when she got to this section of the store and saw his back she instantly remembered B3055. She immediately called out to him without thinking, nevertheless, she quickly realized that she would benefit from having him as a friend and teammate because he was going to have a lot of defensive power which can also be turned into offensive power with the right strategy, so she wanted to tell him about the oncoming apocalypse.

"Cheers!" Following him, all of them raised their glasses except two, Andreas and another man who sat across from him in a separate seat. He silently watched them the entire time. The woman leaned in and pecked Andreas’s cheek. "I am proud of you, baby. You have successfully taken your revenge on her." She caressed his face, moved closer to his ear, and brushed her lips against it. Her actions were extremely intimate. "Tonight, I have planned something special for you… for us. We will celebrate this night together with endless pleasure," she whispered seductively.

I let out a bitter laugh and suddenly tore open my shirt, exposing the dense scars across my chest. "Aurora! Without me, your rivals would have chopped you into pieces and thrown you into the river to feed the fish! You want to repay his favor, but what about mine? What about the wounds I suffered for you?" Back then, when Aurora had just started her career, she had taken on a major commercial case. To force her to withdraw, her opponents sent dozens of thugs to corner her in an alley. I took eighteen knife wounds to pull her out of that desperate situation.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

"I've taken it back. The night you left, I realized everything. But because of this, I've neglected you. I worked through the entire night and only in the morning did I find you missing. Fortunately, I realized what that bastard was up to and chased after you." As he said this, he suddenly leaned over and held me tight, his voice contained a hint of relief that can only be felt after a disaster: "Thank god, everything is still retrievable." "Yes, everything is still retrievable. Jared's ship has sunk, his fate unknown. The business war has been successfully reversed. Total victory." Upon hearing this, I instinctively let out a sigh of relief. But once I finished sighing, while I was naturall

he said with an almost predatory energy that had Vic’s heart picking up the pace long before she turned and made a break for the finish. The closer she got to the bunkhouse, the bigger she realized it was. The porch seemed to wrap around each side, and everything looked deserted. There was a soft glow coming from the few windows lining the side of the building she could see in the drooping light of dusk. A single porch light flicked on, and Vic took that as a sign to pump her legs as fast as she could. Ascending the stairs, she opened her mouth to cry out in triumph but just as she reached the top steps the door flung open, and Rowan charged out like a raging bull. The enormous man lunged wi

It flings away every single one of their enemies and, at the same time, instantly reduces them to ashes. Mrs. Lapuz’s eyes blink repeatedly and her mouth hangs open, all through the dimming of the screen and the blaring of the big letters “VICTORY” in front of their alliance emblem.

Taking advantage of the situation, Victor opens his mouth and shouts, commanding his army to charge. As one, they surge forward, picking up speed again as they hurtle towards their foes. There’s about four hundred yards between Victor’s army and the enemies. His Betas have been ordered to take care – to go for a wound at every opportunity, instead of a kill. To press the advantage, but to be aware that they’re fighting amongst men who used to be their allies, who would be again, if Victor’s campaign is successful.