Ballerina Movie Victor Novels & Stories

Each pulse answers with a tiny siphon—cold fingers drawing heat, drawing light. “You think I’m a cat to be toyed with,” Victor says softly. He tilts his head, and suddenly he's close enough that I can see the small, delicate scar that mars his jaw. “But you will do well as a sacrifice. They love drama at the palace. They love their pretty tragedies. Barron will beg me for mercy. Maybe he’ll crawl. That will not bring him his Nicole back. But it’ll hurt enough.”

He had discarded his suit and was only on a white shirt which he had rolled over at the sleeve. “Yes. Let me call you back Oscar. I have some things to take care of” Victor said and hung up as he turned to smile at me. “I'm sorry about that,” He replied, smiling as I smiled back at him. It felt awkward, here I was in his office chatting with him and I don't even know what to say? “How was your audition?” Victor asked. He rested his back against the chair with his blue eyes peering at me. “Don't even go there. It was so bad” I replied embarrassed. I wished I had made it to being the dancer in the movie but alas! No, I was busy fantasising about Victor instead of dancing.

“You see it now.” Dante didn’t move but I felt his eyes on me, Watching and Waiting. Victor nodded slowly. “You fought all the way into my house,” he said. “You killed my men. You shut down my systems.” His voice turned smug. “And now you can’t finish the job.” I didn’t answer right away. Victor leaned closer. “Because if you do…” He tapped his chest lightly. “Everything disappears… I always tell you that I’m steps ahead of you Martina…”

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston.

We dove into the ruins as the explosion ripped through the foundation, a fireball licking the sky. Silence followed, broken only by settling debris. Elena coughed, blood on her lip. “Did we..” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Video file. Victor, unharmed, holding the real drive. “Nice try. See you at the charity ball. Bring your dancing shoes, and your coffin.” The feed cut to black. Elena stared at the burning ruins, eyes blazing. “He played us.” I pulled her close, voice lethal. “Then we play dirtier.”

Victor tilts his head slightly to the right, as if the name were familiar to both of us. I shake my head. Nothing comes to mind with that name. Victor disdains, tossing his head back, as if he actually expected me to remember it. He leans forward and rests his arms on the table. I can see him squinting to read the papers that are upside down in his view. “Spencer Ballard. The playboy you were so jealous of when he got close to Adrielle when you started getting close.” He explains, and the image of that irritating boy comes to mind instantly.

Then, he stumbled back outside and left everyone behind in confusion. Dustin grinned. Victor had made a smart move. Victor stumbled out of the West family villa gates and called for someone to help him. Richard and Nathan were taken aback when they saw this. Margaret and Amara were also surprised onscreen. Victor was the greatest fighter of Lannopolis, and he had only gone inside for a few minutes. How did he come out looking so terrible? “Mr. Cain, what happened?” Richard asked with a frown.

Victor stood watching Selena's tense and departing form as she disappeared amongst the people dancing in the ballroom, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. A familiar laugh cut through the ambient noise, drawing his attention. Xavier. He traced the source to see his former friend standing with the mayor of the city, both men engaged in what appeared to be an amusing conversation. Victor gritted his teeth as he watched the bastard, someone he had once considered his brother. As though sensing his gaze, Xavier suddenly turned, and their eyes met across the crowded room. Victor saw recognition dawning in Xavier's eyes, a flicker of confusion followed by disbelief spreading beneath his or

His sensual mouth worked slightly as if he were about to speak, but then he let me go and turned around. “You’re doing great, Daisy,” he said. “You’re going to do well at your ball.” And he walked away without another glance at me. “Victor, is there something wrong?” I wished I could turn back the clock to the first time we were dancing today. I enjoyed our happy, carefree time together. He turned back a moment. “Not at all. Good luck tomorrow. I hope you enjoy your date with William. Good night.” He gave me a little wave, and he was gone. But Victor’s last words echoed in my mind. What, a date? Is the movie with William supposed to be a date?

Stephanie was out of it and it was up to her to save the two of them. “That look on your face is really scary” Victor said fake shivering. He didn’t get a reply from her. “No it really wasn’t” he said. He held his hand out with a small green ball forming. Seconds went by and the ball got bigger and bigger and she just stood there. She stood up straight wither her chest out and stretched out a shaky hand. She wasn’t useless, she wasn’t clueless and she wasn’t an embarrassment. She opened her eyes which were pure black and Victor threw the ball.