Romans & histoires Victor Van Dort

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

DViolet and Ramon walked in the courtroom with their friends and family. Ramon helped Violet hold her heavy gown as they entered the courtroom, but Violet couldn’t care any less. She didn’t see any problem in a husband holding up his wife’s gown as they walk around. In fact, it was his duty to always make sure she was comfortable – based on her thoughts.

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I

She hung up before I could ask what the hell I was supposed to talk about with a man who probably ate small businesses for breakfast and used corporate acquisitions as foreplay. Victor materialized at my door thirty minutes later like some kind of well-dressed grim reaper, the trunk of his car loaded with enough designer clothes to fund a small nation’s economy. Including the red skater dress Constance had deemed “too casual and too short” for last night’s corporate theater performance. Too short was an understatement. The dress barely kissed my thighs and made me look like I was playing dress-up in someone else’s closet. Which, technically, I was.

The two men that stood next to me on each side would notice in an instant. “ I would like to thank you for the wonderful challenge you have given me, little one.” He smiled sitting on the chair behind his desks. My memory of him, time must not have done him good. Not sure how old he was but now he looked as if he was in his early 60s. His hair is grey and his face has gained a few wrinkles. I don’t know if he does much training either because it looks like he’s gained some weight since the last time I saw him. They bonded my wrists together with a zip tie the moment I walked through the door. Tugging on my shirt at the bottom I try to fix it to where they can see him as well. He stares at me

God, I hated being bugged, but it was still better him than Helen. "Fine," I grumble and the door opened and he entered. He cleared his throat before he crossed the room, still dressed in his work uniforms and gestured to the bed with his hand as if asking if he could sit. "Sure, why not?" I say grumpily. Victor sat on the edge of the bed and ran a stubby hand through his short messy brown hair. He wasn't very short but he wasn't very tall either which left him somewhere around five feet nine inches. Victor was a bit bulky, from all the workouts he did but the look was ideal for him. Most women would say it made him look more attractive, but it just made him look okay for a guy his height.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

I muttered impatiently. "Yeah, Thomas." "Meet me at Thompson's. Hera is there, and Dale is in cahoots with Valir. He's the one causing all the chaos with the shops and the attempted kidnapping." "Valir? Wasn't he your stepbrother for a brief period?" Gelo inquired. "Yeah, and now he's got a vendetta against me." "I'll bring backup," Gelo hung up as I arrived at the Thompson estate. The gates were open, Hera's car parked inside.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”