Worst Couple Victorious Novels & Stories

"Ahh... please don't stop, Xavier... ah!' It was a desperate filthy noise from me as I felt my whole body shake and tremble as he fuck me more. I am almost reaching my climax. It was easy for my husband to turn my world upside down. I can't even think and focus. All I could feel was pure pleasure. He was sweating right now as he moved even more and faster above me. He hurried his pace, I know he was almost at his release. He tightened his grip on both my legs to push them apart and fuck my holes over and over again. I don't know what to do or say, I just release a lot of moans and sweat all over my body. The bed moves with his every thrust. Until we both reached our peak and he fell down bes

"She's so lucky! Last week, there was an incident at our shop. A husband beat up his wife very badly because she bought two bags at once. He was scolding her and forced her to get a refund. "In contrast, Ms. Walter's boyfriend was so generous. She must have spent a fortune tonight, but he was not angry at all. He even tried to console her when he thought she was angry. He dotes on her so much!" "It's a shame that they aren't celebrities. If they were a celebrity couple, I would be their number one fan!" "I look forward to seeing their children. They are both beautiful and handsome. Their children must be adorable and beautiful. I'm so excited!"

Luckily, we had drinks to help with that. “So,” he said, leaning slightly against the table, “tell me about your wedding to Daniel?” “That’s a dangerous question,” I replied with a soft smile forming on my face. “I like dangerous,” he said. My eyes dropped briefly to the drink before answering. “It was beautiful. Everything felt like a script from a Disney movie. Too perfect, maybe. There was this moment walking down the aisle where it felt like everything would just work out perfectly though we had nothing. Like all the hard parts would sort themselves out once we got there.”

She was just another notch on his belt. When he finally kicked her out for good, she came crying to me. Wanted to get back together. Then she saw me with Ramona. Saw the wedding rings. She lost it. "Ramona! You're my best friend! How could you steal my husband?!" I didn't even try to hide my disgust. "Your husband? We're divorced. There's no 'us' anymore." Ramona stood her ground too. "Rachel, you and Cole are finished. Whatever you had is over. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

"Arthur Vale's head of acquisitions is near the main bar. He hates small talk. Do not offer him a summary. The woman with the diamonds near the terrace is Margaret’s oldest friend. She expects you to know her name before she gives it to you. And the couple by the east windows control the pension fund vote Declan needs next quarter." Sloane set the lipstick down with a small click against the marble. "The couple by the east windows are the Arringtons. Their eldest son just filed for a restructuring of the family trust, which means they aren't speaking to each other. If I mention their marriage, I lose the pension block." Bridget’s expression hardened by a fraction. "Who told you that?" "The c

“You’re right. That money belongs to your company. There’s no reason for it to fill the hole that ungrateful girl dug herself. Simon, I respect your decision. We’re the ones who aren’t lucky enough to keep you.” After hanging up, I opened X without hesitation and posted, [I’ve signed a divorce agreement with Ms. Georgia Snow. We’ll go our separate ways from now on. Lokeman Group will terminate all non-essential collaborations with Snow Group. We wish each other well.] After that, Lokeman Group’s official account released a formal statement. It was about the withdrawal of investment and liquidation of debts, and it was written in a precise, neutral tone. My statement instantly made waves. It

"She's shameless! And she actually thinks being the other woman is something to brag about!" "Trash like that thinks she can be the boss' wife? Dream on!" "She's a disgrace to all women!" I watched Winnie's meltdown with relish, but there wasn't the slightest sense of satisfaction in me. I used to believe Fred and I were some kind of campus fairy-tale couple who'd made it in the real world. We started from nothing and built everything side by side. But I'd forgotten that once some men had money, they couldn't help turning rotten. It was as if it were etched into their bones.

Otherwise, it would've been over. Henry suddenly turned to me, all fake concern. "How bad are you hurt? I'll go with you—get you checked out." I shook him off and looked at him, ice-cold. "Don't touch me. You make me sick. Henry Jourdain, I want a divorce." A vein pulsed at his temple, but he forced it down. "No. I'm not divorcing you. Today was a misunderstanding—I can explain. Any successful man has other women. That's normal. But you're the one I love most. You'll always be my wife."

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

"You're not made for a celibate marriage, Camille. You need to be touched. And I'm more than happy to give you that." "It's not that simple." "It is that simple." He spun me around so my back pressed against his chest, his arms caging me in. "Vincent knows what you need. That's why he asked us here. So stop fighting it." His lips found my neck, and I leaned back into him despite myself. And for a moment I let myself imagine this was normal. That wanting two men while married to another wasn't the most complicated situation I'd ever been in. Then I remembered the accident. The way Vincent had looked six months after, when the doctors finally told him the nerve damage was permanent. How he'd c