Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

Cigarette burns, large whiplash marks, scratches, that made me even angrier and rekindled my anger. I cared for her and even mosquitoes didn’t want to perch on her. But that idiot was doing this to her and she just let it be done to her. She can't unable to leave him and he still preferred to be with him. Even though I had already pleaded and promised her I am willing to accept her again despite what she had done. But she chooses to sell herself to me just to stay with him even though he hurt her like this.

Repeatedly, he gave me a few blows, thumps that have should break a rib, but I didn't feel it, I only knew he was trying to fight back because I saw his hand moving, which stopped after a while. The more I devour his flesh, the stronger I got, I no longer felt weak. Seeing different faces flash in my head I pulled away, landing on my backside, it was a woman, she was smiling with four kids seated around a dinner table and a... Dog, Is this... Is this Maurice's family? The one he was telling me about,

She never knew monsters were real—until she signed on the dotted line. Hidden behind the power and brutality of the Bratva is an ancient bloodline of wolves. Feared by enemies and loyal only to their own, they live by one unbreakable law: protect the pack at any cost. He is one of their deadliest. Cold, ruthless, and born to command, the golden-eyed wolf has spent his life controlling the beast beneath his skin. But that control begins to fracture when he encounters a beautiful stranger who awakens something inside him—something primal, possessive, and impossible to deny. She has no knowledge of his violent world or the supernatural power sleeping within her. Yet the closer she

, her fist connecting with yielding flesh. Fight back. Fight fucking back. The women recoiled, startled by her sudden resistance. Cathy pressed her advantage, driving them back with a flurry of kicks and punches. Pain screamed through every inch of her body, but she ignored it, fueled by a potent mix of adrenaline and rage. She wasn't going down without a fight. 'I will not die here,' she vowed silently. 'I will not let them win.' Not like this. Not for nothing. She fought like a woman possessed, the memory of Magnus's warning lending her strength. The dungeon echoed with the sounds of the violent struggle—grunts of exertion, cries of pain, the meaty thud of fists on flesh. Brutal. It was al

Chapter 19: The Weight of Forbidden Roads Victoria reached Castle Valros at gallop, black stallion lathered and heaving beneath her. She vaulted from the saddle before the beast had fully stopped, boots striking marble with a crack that echoed through the courtyard. Blood still streaked her cheeks like war paint; her obsidian armor was dented, cracked along the left pauldron where a demonkin axe had bitten deep. She didn’t slow. She stormed through the great doors, crimson cloak whipping behind her like spilled wine.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

It crashed onto the polished wood floor with a deafening sound. "Oops," Liora whispered, her eyes shining with malice. "Looks like someone is clumsy, Lucian. Perhaps she is messing up." My hands clenched into fists, the cold anger I always carried threatening to boil over. She was testing me, trying to intimidate me. I would not give her the satisfaction. I slowly bent down, retrieving the book. "No damage, Ms. Raye. I'll secure it properly." Before I could stand, Liora spoke again, her voice suddenly losing its playful tone and becoming a venomous whisper meant only for me.

My lungs seized. “P-P-Please.” My body shook. I held my baby, but I could feel my strength leaving me. I didn’t want to drop my newborn miracle. Shoving my elbow against my husband’s ribs, I fought. I was a Nikolaev. We fight. We never give up. Then Adrian’s big hand wrapped around my baby’s throat and terror, unlike any I’d ever felt before, shot through me. But before he could take one squeeze. Bang. Dead eyes.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

She strode up behind Zara and shoved her hard, her hand connecting with her back with a force that sent her stumbling forward. Zara struggled to regain her balance, her arms flailing, her world tilting for a second before the surge inside her snapped like lightning, shattering the last vestiges of her control. Zara spun around, every muscle tense, her eyes blazing with a fury she could no longer contain. And the moment Tori's hands grazed her, the moment she felt the physical violation of their touch, something in her snapped. She lashed out, her instincts taking over, her body moving without conscious thought. Her fingers found Tori, shoved and pushed her so hard that Tori’s body went flyin