The Proditor

The Proditor

  • WpView
    Reads 131
  • WpVote
    Votes 15
  • WpPart
    Parts 11
WpMetadataReadOngoing12m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 23, 2019
Victor is hunted by a shadowy organization as he tries to escape his dark past- encountering fears he'd long since forgotten... **EXCERPT** I made eye contact with him. He had the sort of eyes that could see right through you, stare deep into your soul and pick apart your very existence. Warm, yet so stern and commanding at the same time. His black trench coat rustled as he pulled out a gold pocket watch, as if waiting for just the right time to speak. "They're on to you." He said, voice so gruff it almost startled me. "What do you mean?" I stammered, now visibly confused. "You know what you have done, you know what your actions have cost the agency. It is time for you pay the price." I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. "Goodbye old friend. I'm afraid neither you nor me have a lot of time left. I have kept the promise I made to you when you left. Now you must keep the one you made to them when you joined their ranks." Handing me the stopwatch, he left- leaving me in shock. I knew who he was. ****
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Let's Play A Game, Alpha
  • Beautifully Obsessed
  • Just For Us
  • Verge of Insanity
  • Tough Love. ||| Dark romance
  • Undercover
  • Of Serpents and Stars
  • Covet
  • Beauty And The Alpha
  • Chasing the Browns

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines