Victor X Emily Novels & Stories

They turned to face each other. “How could you do that to me?!” Scarlett yelled, her voice shaking the quiet. “How could you humiliate me like that? Carrying me out like I was a child! In front of everyone!” Victor didn’t yell back. His voice was a low, dangerous hiss. “Why were you dressed like a cheap hooker? With that boy? That same boy who already burned you once? Have you forgotten, Emily?” When he called her Emily, she flinched like he’d slapped her.

Victor patted my back. "You did great, Emily." “Look,” I hissed, my voice sharp, anger boiling over. “I don’t know what this shit is all about, but I’m done. After this? I want nothing to do with it.” “I understand.” Victor nodded, his tone maddeningly calm. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Emily. But I promise—we’re not bad people, okay?” “Fuck you!” I snapped, the words cracking out of me before I could stop them.

he said softly, "we need answers. Why were you after Emily?" Victor's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a weak groan. "You... you don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Kelsey stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Then make us understand," he demanded. "Why did you target our sister?" Victor coughed, spitting out a bit of blood before speaking. "Emily... she's special. More than you know. Some people would do anything to get their hands on her." Xender's anger flared. "Who are these people?" he shouted, grabbing Victor by the collar.