Romans & histoires Victorious Singing

His questions would be limited to work, and when he does get personal, he would ask about her pregnancy and the baby that she's carrying. Victory, being a person with the most cheerful disposition in the world, would sing in the bathroom as she showers, not caring if it was horribly off-key, tease Arthur relentlessly on anything that she finds at fault and laugh even at the smallest joke. In Arthur's personal opinion, Victory singing off-key in his apartment makes her the literal definition of the housemate from hallelujah. Together they make a weird combination, little miss sunshine and gloomy Mr. Grouch, although Arthur never seemed to mind.

The tyrant was dead. A silence fell over the clearing, heavy and final. Then, Victor threw his head back and howled—a sound of pure victory that echoed off the mountains. I joined him, and then the rest of the pack, until the night was filled with the song of Blackthorn. We watched the compound burn until dawn. Victor pulled me against his side, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his nose buried in my hair. He smelled of blood and smoke and home. "It's done," he murmured, his voice rough. He turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine. "We won."

"But I found my life, Victor. I found my home." Victor stopped dancing. Right there, in the center of three hundred people, surrounded by the triumphant music and the blinding, golden light of our reclaimed sanctuary, he lowered his head. He kissed me with a devastating, all-consuming worship. It was a kiss that possessed no fear, no hesitation, and no shadows. It was the absolute, undeniable proof of our victory. I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to his solid heat, kissing him back with every ounce of love, defiance, and devotion burning in my chest.

He lay there frozen, unable to move, as I ripped him apart, each time I reminded myself of what he could have done to my baby, had we not got to her in time. Victor's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, his strength failing him. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exhaustion, my claws still trembling with fury. "It's over," I snarled, my fangs dripping with venom. "You've lost, you’ll never lay hands on my babies again!." I started ripping him apart limb by limb. His whole pack watched as I ripped into him, I stood over what was left of his flesh, his blood dripping from my mouth, as I growled. I raised my head howling in victory, and my entire pack joined in. Everyone for mil

Twice. He fell to his knees, struggling for air. I started to kick him aside like his Alpha when I heard the clang of metal on bone. Turning, I saw Cyrus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell to the side while Carter stood over him with a triumphant glare. I covered the distance quickly, punching Carter in the shoulder, dislocating it. The second punch was to his face. He growled in pain and dropped the crowbar in his hand. I picked it up and hit him in the stomach like I was swinging for a home run. He, too, hit the ground. Noticing that their ringleaders were pretty incapacitated, the three lions decided to book it. The random jaguar, who I think was named Miles, realized he was no

he said, as if he had been waiting for her and was really happy that she had arrived next to him. “This is Emily, she sings for Two Way Street,” Vice announced. “Ah,” Victor fixed her with his full and undivided attention. “That Emily,” he said, taking her hand between his. “We have been listening to you on the radio and thinking, we have to meet that woman.” “Such a voice,” Vice agreed, stroking a lock of hair back from her face. “So sexy.” “Seriously sexy,” Victor agreed. “We would love to work with you.”

"This victory belongs to all of us. We stood together, faced the storm, and emerged stronger. It's a testament to the power of resilience and love." Just as we began to bask in the joy of our triumph, the sound of footsteps filled the room. Damien, our little bundle of energy, entered with a wide grin on his face. "What's all the celebration about? Did we win?" Elena scooped him up in her arms, showering him with affectionate kisses. "Yes, Damien. We won. We stood up against deceit and betrayal, and we emerged victorious. Our pack is now free from Vivian's influence."

My ears perked up at the words he was saying and I bit my lower lip to fight the smile once I registered the song he was singing lightly. Come to see victory, in the land called fantasy, Loving life, for you and me, to behold, to your soul is ecstasy. . . I listened attentively to him, the familiar words sinking in to a place of serenity transforming into feeling of comfort that made my lids grow heavier. And I felt no fear or worry as the darkness invaded my body.

I just sat down singing songs we usually use for playtime at the pack house and my mate Victor just wasn't comfortable with that at all it just looked like am bullying him greatly with what I had under my legs. But I still just insisted something must happen for me to give out my legs to him if he accept that then boom I think have won it all for that day. " Okay will do that" Victor said as I cut out my singing immediately. " Great job I would be happy with you and also be waiting" I said leaving my bed to meet him up holding his hands with a smirk on my face but he just could not give me a smirk which I took as Normal for some rich guys.

Diana said as she drew both of them into another hug. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you" Alfred smiled as he started the song in his hoarse-bass soothing voice, "Happy Birthday, happy birthday," Alfred and Diana sang as she joined her husband, "Happy Birthday to youuuu you youu..." Diana and Alfred concluded as they drew the last path of the song taking the "youu" up and down, going way out of tune, it was like that end path of the song was the benchmark to them winning the singing trophy.