Novel & Cerita Victor Criss

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Victor added. ****

His room could be labeled as magnificent with all the amazing pictures of flowers, the sunset, raindrops, and many more which he finally admitted to taking himself as mostly experiment while still learning how to perfect his picture taking skills. To me, they seemed perfect and beautiful. There was a picture of a little fair girl with a wild smile, her mouth missing some teeth cutely. She was sitting on a rocking horse, her hair packed with colourful ribbons into four rectangular places on her head as she gazed at the camera with eyes almost squinted shut due to how hard she was smiling, her cheeks puffing up and allowing her cute dimples to peek out. She really was a sight to behold. Turns

Sister Sia inquired angrily referring to the Bully girl. " I don't know but don't worry as I have got that covered. " I replied Winking. " Oh! Do you mind sharing your plan? " " Hmmn... " I replied as I told her about my plans on how to punish the bully girl. " Perfect! " Sister Sia cheered after I was done Telling her about my plans. " Thank you! " I replied Smiling. " So what are you going to do about your crush, Riana? "

“And during the period leading up to the accident involving Alessandra Reyes, what was your involvement with Ms. Lawson’s plans?” Victor’s voice was steady. Too steady. “I was… influenced. Margaret designed the plan. The crash. The manipulation of evidence. The financial falsification records. The edited videos. The offshore accounts created to steal from Reyes Holdings. She orchestrated it all. I was the one who spoke. The one who carried it out. But I was not the architect.” A heavy silence fell. Cortez leaned forward slightly. “And why did you participate?” Victor’s gaze shifted—first to Adrian, then to me. Something raw flickered there. Not remorse exactly. Something closer to exhaustion

"Chief Elysia, we of the Golden Claw Pack hope to establish a deeper partnership with the North..." "The North's strategic vision is breathtaking. We would be honored to present our most promising projects..." The praise was endless. I moved through the crowd with my champagne, graceful and confident. I no longer needed anyone's pity or charity. "Elysia, over here," Alistair's son, Mike, waved me over. "The photographer needs to get the cover shot for Wolf World Magazine." I walked toward them. Mike, Alistair's son, was a brilliant young Alpha. He was one of the North's rising stars. We had a good rapport, forged in a year of hard-won victories.

"Bank records. Phone logs. Witness statements. You are done, Crystal." She looked at Tommy. A silent command. Tommy stood, pulling a gun. But he did not point it at me. He pointed it at Crystal. "Sorry," he said, his voice shaking. "But I am done being your puppet." Crystal's eyes widened. "You idiot. What are you—" "Tommy has been working for me," Victor said, stepping into the room. "Double agent. Feeding Crystal false information while gathering evidence against her." Crystal's expression twisted with rage. "You set me up."

"He twitches, you open him up. Clear?" The floodlights hit Victor like a physical blow. He squinted, his boots splashing through the oily grit. "ON THE GROUND! NOW!" Victor didn't drop. He just stood there, a jagged, bloody smile on his face. "You’re welcome for the promotion, Moss. Did Dominic write your speech too?" "ON YOUR KNEES, RUSSOS!" He hit the concrete, hard. Tactical boots thundered. A knee crushed into his spine, grinding his face into the wet asphalt. The cuffs bit into his wrists with a nasty, final click.

“You’ve been creaming your panties for me every day at work. Now cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.” His words made her clench hard around him. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but moans kept escaping. “Damon… someone might hear…” “Let them. I want the whole city to know that my assistant screams for me.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “You,” she gasped, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “It belongs to you, Damon. Please—” “Please what?”