Viktor X Jayce Wattpad Novels & Stories

"You seem rather familiar with Celestria's laws. Jayce, how long have you known me? Do you think someone could force me to do something I wasn't willing to do?" She admitted, "He's my boyfriend. I'll be following him home to meet his parents soon. He's a good man. I chose to be with him." Jayce found the entire situation unbelievable. "Vic, do you understand what you're saying?" "Of course. We drank wine, not vodka. Even if I were drunk, I wouldn't go around spewing nonsense." Victoria heard Jayce taking a deep breath before asking, "Does he know?" "He doesn't need to know," Victoria replied with a voice far less laidback than before.

--- Real World: Jayce Confronts Vayden While Naomi is inside, Jayce finds Vayden watching the monitors, half-faded in shadow. > Jayce: “You loved her too.” > Vayden: “I built her.” Jayce’s jaw clenches. > “You don’t get to romanticize code.” > “And you don’t get to claim someone just because they chose you last.” Silence. > Jayce: “She’s more than all of us.” Vayden: “She is all of us.”

He looked up at her. For a moment, Jayric was captivated by Victória’s beauty. Jayric rarely felt attracted to beautiful women, but Victória’s beauty was out of this world. Jayric’s silent stare made Victória uncomfortable, and she wondered if she had said something wrong. Noticing this, Jayric snapped back to reality and offered her a warm smile. "Miss Victória Lazer, welcome to JB Digital." In truth, Jayric wanted to ask if Victória had a boyfriend or someone in her life, but that wouldn’t be appropriate on her first day.

I trail off and swallow hard. It was still painful to accept that Viktor was gone forever. “I saw the term ‘hybrid’ written towards the end of one of the journals. Viktor also said not to show these to you.” Kai pages through them with shaking hands, his eyes scanning over the words that made more sense to him than they did to me. When he gets to the end, where the word hybrid was written, he brings the page closer, as if he was struggling to make out a word. “Fuck,” he states, flinging the journal down on the bed and looking at me as if his world was ending.

He roared at the person while I stood hearing the ends of his coversation. Disconnecting the call he returned my phone retreating to sit on his rumpled bed. "You can go back Jayden." Victor restrained, anger still radiating off him in waves. "You need to bandage that." I pointed out at the bloody wound on the back of forearm, before disappearing in the bathroom to find a first aid kit. I regretted walking out of the bathroom when I was welcomed by the sight of Victor kissing the brains out of a platinum haired girl as she continued uncapping what appeared to be an energy drink for him.

Though a small voice inside my head tells me to stay as far away from this guy as possible, I find myself leaning into him, my nipples growing hard from feeling his muscles. "I missed you," Wyatt mumbles into my neck, kissing the spot and inhaling me like a drug. He then nods at Victor, glaring at the guy like an overprotective boyfriend. "Who is this?" Victor studies us under silence, then reaches out his hand. "I'm Victor," He says. "And you are?" Wyatt takes his hand, shaking the guy's entire arm for the hell of it. Jealous bastard. I wish I could say I find his alpha-guy behavior silly, but I'm enjoying every minute of this.

Then at the shattered glass glittering on the ice. "I followed you from the motel," he said. "I saw the lights explode. I saw Jace throw his father across the rink. I saw his eyes." He held up his phone. "And I'm not the only one." The screen glowed with a video—blurry, shot from the stands, but unmistakable. Jace on his knees. The gold eyes. Gregory flying backward. The title above it read: Monster on the Ice: Vipers Captain Exposed.

I truly never thought it would come to me this easily. Some of the other students weren’t very accepting, viewing me as a try-hard. When I met my best friend, Kathryn, she said they were just jealous assholes. I just had to ignore them. Kathryn Laurent was a half-witch and half-vampire who had been going to the school for over two years now. We hit it right off, and I was blessed to have met her. The other person I met was Victor Volkov, a werewolf at the school. He was the typical boy next door who was the star of the basketball team.

It was a group text from Jace. “Chrissy’s water broke. I’m packing up and heading to the infirmary, I will support you as best I can, but I need to be near her.” I reply back first, “Congrats, man, keep us updated. Give Chrissy our best.” Every word I typed dripped with jealousy. Jace and his mater were having their pup. I’d been robbed of the special moment with my mate to celebrate the news; would the other special moments be taken from me too?

My brain is already running through the implications. Dallas means one thing. I’m going home. Back to the one man who has every reason to want me dead. The name Nash Walker washes over me. My best friend, my future Alpha, my brother in everything except blood. The same guy whose sister I pinned against his father’s desk the night before I disappeared from his life. I exhale slowly. “Jay?” “I’m here.” “You good with it?” I bark out a dry laugh. “Does it matter?” “Not really.” Figures.