Vim And Victor Novels & Stories

] Victor rarely cared about other people's lives, and most monsters never dared touch players when he was around. But this time, someone had still died.

He raised his fist and smashed it down onto the touchscreen, desperately trying to break the connection, but it wasn't working. “Say my name, Marissa," Victor’s voice growled. On the screen, he pulled her body back tightly against his chest, increasing the speed of his thrusts, forcing her to bear his full, heavy weight against the desk. "Say who owns this." Marissa’s head tossed wildly side to side, her fingers frantically scratching the mahogany wood for any grip as she rode the wave of pure pleasure. "Ah... hmmm… fuck!!! “Victor leaned closer to her lips, while thrusting her even more faster and harder.. “I said say my name baby”…

My ass still throbbed from how deep he had fucked me, and I could still feel the faint stickiness of his cum between my cheeks even after the long shower we had taken together at dawn. Victor was already awake, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Miami skyline, wearing only black silk pajama pants that hung low on his hips. At 48, he looked like power personified with salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, broad shoulders, a defined chest, and the quiet confidence of a man who could buy anything he wanted. Including me. He turned when he heard me stir, his dark eyes softening for a moment before the dominant hunger returned. “Good morning, baby,” he said, voice smooth. “

“My dearest Anna, It seems you have taken back what was actually meant to be yours, but do you know that you are mine? Yours forever, Victor.” Anna frowned as she read the email again. VICTOR SAT WAITING patiently for her reply. It occurred to him that the fastest way to flush her out was to hope that she was clever enough to have found the laptop, open it, and then she would read the email he sent. From the little, he knew about her. The ping of his computer let him know that she was there. “I am nobody’s property!”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Because of his conceit, Victor had undervalued her and believed she was only my wife and not my combat partner. We headed to a secure area where my team had established a makeshift command center while the last details were finalized. With computers emitting a blue glow as data flowed over the panels, the area was dimly lit. My fingers skimmed across my laptop, breaking into Victor's networks to obtain information at the last minute. With steely nerves, Arielle kept an eye on the communications while we carried out the strategy.

Carter’s tone was filled with fear, and it danced in his eyes. My computer would be easier and faster, but I pulled out my phone to hack into every nearby camera in the area. From the time I lost contact with Keva, I played the video feeds I could access. When I spotted Keva’s car entering the frame of one of the videos, my heart felt as if it jumped to my throat and beat rapidly.

The teacher nodded with a slightly satisfied smile, "Thank you, you may be seated." I sat down and relaxed into my former position, this time with eyes open. That fucking teacher knew exactly what he was doing. Putting a target on my back. Fuck'im. The other two students did the same as me. Judging from the names of their "packs", one was a vampire, and the other was either a dragon or lion. As the last guy sat down, the teacher began again,

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

"It's my voice, isn't it?" "I didn't expect you to have such a clear voice." "Right, I may dress like a beast and look like one too, but I've been raised to have my voice be something that everyone can understand. Victor Baker, nice to meet you," he said, stretching out his arm. Blood and something that should be inside the body slipped to the floor. "Maybe after I wash up. Shall we go?" "Yeah, this way," I said, walking towards the platform. "I never got your name?"