Victorious With Jade Novels & Stories

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

Like he knows him. I turn to look over at Jade, unsurprised to see that she has completely annihilated two warriors on her own. Where I was trying not to kill, she gave zero hesitation in taking their lives. I had only temporarily taken out the two men who were attacking me, though both were on the ground. I scan the area for the other one who was missing but find he is nowhere to be seen.

She smiled bitterly at her own foolishness—she’d sacrificed her job for someone who never truly deserved her. Before she could step into the elevator, the doors slid open, and to her surprise, Victor stepped out and said, “You have me.” Jade looked at Victor with a complex expression—he was the reason her long-term relationship had fallen apart. She wasn’t sure whether to hate him or not. “I can help you get revenge on him,” Victor said with a smile. “Make you my wife, give you the position of head of the department he serves in, and many other things. Just say yes, and everything I own will be yours.”

Through the small glass window, Jade saw him roll up his sleeves, the blue veins in his arms glowing faintly under his skin. "Drive!" Jade screamed at the transport team, her heart breaking as she watched the man she was starting to love disappear into a sea of enemies to save the mother who didn't even know her name.

The air was thick with smoke, light, and screams. It was no longer a villa, it was a battlefield of gods. Melanie smirked as she circled me. “You can’t win, Jade. I’m stronger now.” “Strength without heart is weakness,” I shot back, summoning my celestial flames. We collided again. The ground split open, pillars crumbled, and my sword burned through her whip. For a moment, she faltered. But her smirk returned too quickly. “What are you smiling at?” I demanded. “Just this,” she whispered.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

The rain washed away her words, but the vow remained, carved into her heart like Marcus's name on that headstone. A mate for a mate.

Arthur asked, leaning closer as he tried to peer at the page that she had opened. "I'm going to bid on Mr. September." Victory gave out a low appreciative whistle, wagging her eyebrows as she pointed at a photo of a hunky looking man, clad only in a pair of jeans that hung low on his waist, revealing hard abs and sculpted muscle. "I wouldn't mind him cooking for me." Victory continued, licking her lips lecherously as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She read aloud what the winning bidder would be entitled to.

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

Grace felt ice rush through her spine. The future. He’d stolen it. Back to the Fire Grace rejoined the battlefield with murder in her eyes. The compound was crumbling, flames licking at stone walls, bodies everywhere, the garden torn into a warzone. And in the middle of it, Jade stood, smiling through blood-stained lips. “You’ve lost,” she said. Grace didn’t answer. She shot her in the shoulder. Jade went down, gasping. Grace approached slowly. “I could kill you.” “Then do it.”