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.

My eyes met his from behind the gear and I felt another shiver down my spine, curling my toes in fear at the defeated looks in his eyes. He looked like he was an entirely different person whenever I saw that look in his eyes. Perhaps, it was the competitive side of him that scared me. It was obviously the kind to make your opponent scared but I wasn't his opponent. I was on his team, with him, by him.

I look to her nametag, "Isla Vox, what can we do about that?" "We can release ads that paint our ideas in more of a positive light. We can try to appeal to people's desire for equality." "And which groups are predominantly against us?" "Uh, I would say white men." I nod. Figures. "Find something that would make them sympathize." I walk away to be greeted by my bestfriend. "Hey, I told you," she beams. "Told me what?" "I told you this would work. Look at how many people are here for you, for womankind," Terra says.

And as Victor staggered backward, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the dagger in his body and Derrick knew that victory was within reach. "It's over, Victor," he declared, his voice ringing out with authority despite the pain of the injuries he had. "You've lost." “No,” Victor gasped as he fell to his knee, the poison spreading faster than he could imagine. And as Derrick stood victorious over his fallen enemy, the rest of the men cheered, ready to celebrate their Alpha's victory. As Derrick and his comrades began their journey back home a sudden snarl echoed through, sending a chill down their spines.

"I just realized that the true meaning of revenge is not always a person's desire to hurt or act in a way that can make someone's life miserable." "At this time, I have realized its definition would be... revenge is an action that humans themselves should not make. Their achievements or how they become successful should be their move to take revenge against their opponents." What she says makes sense. "They say, success is your sweetest revenge. And I found out... yes, it's really true." "I don't have to move or plan anything just, so I can get back at them. To make their lives miserable, I don't have to do anything but keep quiet and to exhibit to them how my life became successful through

Gavin felt like he could barely breathe. "They're so strong... with a lineup like a real army, can the Boss actually win this?" Danny's palms were soaked with cold sweat. With Dennis's arrival, the atmosphere on the battlefield surged to its peak. Victor finally couldn't hold back any longer. With Dennis backing him now, his spine straightened instantly. He switched on his vehicle's speaker system, his icy voice rolling out across the battlefield. "Hey, you in the black motorhome! Not even the Gods can save you now!

Chose each other. Over everything. Over normal. Over easy. Over everything. That was our victory. Our purpose. Our only truth. Love. Family. Choice. Forever. Always. No matter what. Even when what we chose was hard. Was different. Was extraordinary. We chose it anyway. Chose each other. Chose love. That was enough. That was everything. That was victory. Real victory. Human victory. Eternal victory. The only kind that mattered. The only kind worth fighting for. The only kind that lasted.

His eyes hardened instantly. “I said,” he repeated slowly, “you will remain standing.” The air shifted and I clenched my jaw. This was ridiculous. All this drama for a Vice President? And a woman at that? Still… The profit from this collaboration was too important. I forced a smile. “Of course.” We remained standing. Minutes passed. The silence was uncomfortable. Trevor didn’t speak again. He simply watched us. Joyce shifted slightly beside me. “This is unnecessary,” she whispered under her breath.

“It will make you more ready to take on anything.” “Let’s go,” I agreed. We walked to the ballroom and exited the house through the patio doors. “The ground is soft by the pond,” I said. “What are you teaching me today?” “Let’s review on our way there,” Victor said. “What are your opponents' weakest points when they are human?” “Nose, toes, groin, stomach, and the side of the neck,” I replied. “Very good,” Victor praised. “What are your strongest points?”

This wasn’t just a wave, or a small group fighting against something they thought was wrong with this world. This was war. The main group of vampires in the world was turning on the world. They viewed themselves as superior to anything and anybody else. He had numerous conversations with his opponent over the years to get him to understand that they couldn’t do what he was contemplating, but it seemed as though Victor’s death was the last straw for his people to believe his opponent.