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I turned away and tugged my cami down on the pretext of scratching my waist. "Mo" I heard his voice right behind me and I felt my cheeks turning warm. I turned slowly, making sure my face looked nonchalant. ****** A/N Hi Readers My story is about teenage love and classic tale of opposites attract. Misha is a shy, down to earth girl, who is hopelessly in love with her childhood bestie and neighbour Victor, but has no courage to express her love. Victor is too arrogant and teases Misha to no end, and seems oblivious to her feelings. Him being such a hottie and popular among girls makes Misha even more insecure.

He grabs me by the shoulder basically leading me out. I don't resist not with the murderous energy I'm getting from Viktor. “Are you sure that was a good idea?” I whisper as we go outside. My nose became runny again because of the cold. I'd rather stay indoors for the warmth than be out here but Yuri seems like someone who would sweep you off your feet for fun. “Never mind! You don't know this but Viktor is like a mountain you occasionally have to climb for him to respect you so he stops being a pain in the ass especially with the excuse of a day off.” He grabs my shoulders. “You are so smallish.”

It spread rapidly like a cancer. They were here. "Go," Victor commanded. "Everyone downstairs. Now!" The pack scrambled toward the cellar stairs. Victor and I stayed behind for a moment. We watched the rot spread across the door. "You found a way to hurt them," I said. "I saw the ice." "It slows them down," Victor said. "It doesn't kill them." He took my hand. His grip was painful. "I need more cold Elena. I need to become the winter." "If you get any colder you will die," I whispered. "Your heart will stop."

As the reigning world champion figure skater, every spin and jump was a testament to years of brutal discipline under her coach, Victor Kane. Victor, 38, stood at the boards, arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark hair was cropped short, and his track pants did little to hide the muscular build honed from his own skating days. He barked orders, voice echoing. “Higher on that triple axel, Riley! You're dropping your shoulder again. Do it right or we're here all night.”

Except the fact I've been reborn again I prefer to not tell anyone. "How dare that weakling Noah suggest you to become his Mistress? Is he out of his f**king mind?" "Because he found out his so-called fated mate!" I answered, feeling low. "That bastard! He must have forgotten that you're the real owner of the Bliaviroth throne!" Victor shouted angrily, walking back and forth. I can understand how my brother feels . Victor is 22 years old and has never rebelled against my decision. If he wished he could have become the Alpha and emperor of Bliaviroth. But he gave up everything for my happiness. I feel bad for my brother... Most importantly about his loss.

Ryder coaxed. Victor's expression darkened slightly. "Do I look like a child to you?" He was a grown man in his 40s. Ryder chuckled casually. "What do you mean, Mr. Victor? Ms. Faye was the one who told me to watch over you when you train and encourage you." "I am filled with energy when Faye encourages me. When you do it …" Victor wiped his sweat away and leaned on the fence. He sighed. "It just makes me want to run away."

His blade flashed, and Ivan choked on his own blood. Yuri and I locked eyes. We’d survived this long by being smart. "Together?" he mouthed. I nodded. We turned on Sergei. When it was over, Yuri lay bleeding at my feet. Vasily clapped me on the shoulder. "Congratulations, Viktor," he said, using my new name for the first time. "You’re one of us now." I didn’t feel proud. I didn’t feel anything. I just stared at Yuri’s body and wondered if he’d really trusted me—or if he’d planned to betray me too. Well, it didn't matter. He was dead.

She was the spitting image of me at that age and I would never have said it out loud, but she was also the love of my life besides Fynn. At young Victor’s fourteenth birthday party, little Viktoria was furious that she couldn’t turn yet, and she searched for a calendar. Although the entire family loved the library, she seemed to find it to be a sanctuary like me and I was on my way to find a book when I found her with a bunch of printed-out calendars strewn all around her.

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.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.