Seras Victoria Novels & Stories

he added and brought out his hand for a handshake. ""Nice meeting you too," I hope we get along, Victoria replied and moved on to the next person, without taking his hand. "You are looking so gorgeous HR. "I'm sure God perfectly moulded a goddess like you on Monday, the first day of his creation," another Handsome young man in early thirties complimented which left Victoria blushing, but she didn't stop and walked past him. "I'm victor, We have similar names which makes us even and a perfect match, please let's rub hearts together," another man said which made victoria giggle.

No luck. She tried the refrigerator underneath and saw a row of small vials hanging on a rack. Bella recognized the strange crimson hue, and even though it was refrigerated, she could get a faint whiff of the alluring aroma. It was a struggle to stay focused, but she recognized the vaguely trance-like state that had overtaken her in Victor's cell and fought it off before it could take hold. Like everything else in the refrigerator, the serum was labeled in Clara's perfect print. "Type: A neg. Specimen: Victor"

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Steve's POV. A small chuckle escaped my mouth as she stopped and continued breathing heavily. She thought a giant mogul like I was was going to cower at her feeble threats. “I'mma have to stop you there, lady. Whatever sacrifice you think you made was your decision, not mine. And if you do decide to leave with your …investments, I assure you I won't feel a percent drop in my stock value and net worth,” Her breathing grew heavier as soon as I stopped.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

, and I hadn't had lunch. The car leaves me at the door of the packhouse, and I go up the stairs straight to the big door, but I freeze before I go inside. The scent filling my nostrils made my heart want to jump out of my chest, and every muscle in my body tensed. My cock throbbed, and I knew what that smell meant. “Mate,” my mate was there. I had to find her. A she-wolf that smells like vanilla and amber, with spicy ginger tones and a touch of jasmine, would have to be perfect for me.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

Alessandro slurs stumbling up the stairs and dumping his shoes by the door. "Also how did you only just get here? You left before me" She raised an eyebrow and shame spread across my face. "Uhh" I blushed thinking back to Alessandro fucking me in the car and our sweaty bodies colliding with each other, his cock pounding my pussy. "Okay, I think that's enough information," She states, looking at my reddened cheeks. Sienna started to make little noises and starts crying, "Let me tell you, babies' work is fucking hard," She sighed, trying to calm Sienna down.

Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss—a sculpture that represented love and desire conquering all. "I will be honest with you though, I'd like to know more about it. When I first walked into this room, of course I was a bit overwhelmed but as I looked around, it suddenly felt like a breath of fresh air. Comfort." I continued. "That's all he's ever wanted this museum, this room, to embody. A sense of peace that derives from everything pain and pleasure. He calls this place The Valley—a room dedicated to getting acquainted with the many curves and parts that make up one's body. A studio purely built for exploring your limits." Nancy answered, giving me a reassuring smile.