Ballerina Movie Victor Novels & Stories

When I open my eyes, her hand is in mid-air, with another hand grabbing her wrist. I gasp. Looking up, I see Victor protecting me... once again. There is a glint of coldness in his void face, his eyes glaring at her icily, but there is a calm dominance in his posture—just like a superhero. While grabbing Mom's hand, he uses his other hand to push me behind, keeping me at a safe distance before letting go of Mom's hand. "You! Who are you?" she asks in utter shock. A faint smile flashes on his gorgeous face as he slightly nods at her. "Hello, ma'am. I'm Victor Dubov, Bella's husband," he says calmly before holding my hand...

Carissa gently helped Violet to a chaise lounge, settling her down. "Thank Isaac for me, but I won't guess. Just tell me—who did you see?" "Victor!" Violet's eyes went wide, possibly from the alcohol, though it could have been from the sheer shock of what she was about to say. "Yes, it was Victor, the Sandoria marshal. And not just one, there were several Victors." "Several Victors, or several people who looked like Victor?" Carissa pressed her hand to Violet's forehead. "How much did you drink to get this drunk?"

Even Alexander, I didn't want to see him. I just wish I would have never even ever crossed paths with him because that was the beginning of a tragedy. The day he stopped me from punching Kelly's little pretty face was the beginning of everything I didn't want. I heard the ding of the elevator and I knew it was time to get out. I took a few steps forward and it wasn't til later that I looked straight. And right in front of me was the one and only, Angelo Carson.

Victor laughs, “It can be on my d**k too. I’ll let you decide.” Ariadne decides. Her blue eyes are alight as she considers her various options. Then she nods, “I could use a day off. You can break. I’ll give you that.” “Overconfidence is a dangerous slope,” Victor says as he opens the set, sending two striped balls into pockets. He follows up by putting the third ball in, securing his lead. “You should take your own advice, Alpha,” Ariadne responds. Alpha? Victor misses the shot, badly. The man’s body is insanely hot all of the sudden.

Until one day, on my way home, I was blocked by a few masked men in black. Before I could make a move, Victor rushed out from the shadows like a raging lion, instantly tearing those kidnappers apart. But he was also seriously injured. A long cut was slashed across his abdomen, and blood flowed profusely. He fell to the ground, looking at me weakly, but with a triumphant smile in his eyes. "Elena... look, I saved you..." "I love you... you can't abandon me..."

“How — how is that possible?” Melvin could feel his wife’s legs shaking in her seat. He had to put his hand over her knee to soothe her. “The soldiers traced and captured Victor. He named his accomplices,” Silas revealed. “And after that… he died. He fought with one of the soldiers and ended up sustaining a fatal injury.” “You said he named his accomplices? Who are his accomplices?” Melvin asked. “Victor said… it was Stella and Charles Montgomery,” Silas revealed.

he pleads. I feel myself nod. He steps out under the rain, letting it soak his majestic mane of curls before opening the umbrella. He grins at me, beaconing on me to join him. He is just a stranger, I think sarcastically, what could go wrong? We brisk walk, leaning into each other. My head bumps against his shoulder occasionally. “So,” he begins as an attempt at conversation. “You are a ballerina. That must be fun.” I snort. “That is what people think but trust me, it is not.”

"I'll go talk to her right now. I am sure I'll get a date." "Okay then." He answered sarcastically. "Just wait and see." I said and walked up to her with plenty confidence. "Hi. I am Tony Caraballo. Owner of the gym. But you can call me Ballo." I said smoothly, a grin on my face. "I am Camilla Rúiz." She replied with a small smile. She had a really thick latina accent. "Nice to meet you, Camilla. So I was wondering if I can get your number and call you sometime."

"I also forgot to tell the police something, so I came back here. Besides the reward." "Who are you lame?! I don't even know you!" "You didn't recognize me, Madam." Mang Luisito showed Imelda the wounds he sustained from the accident. Some of them have healed and others have not. "It was you. I'm sure you ran me over but you didn't even help me. You just ran me over that day, remember?" Is... Is Imelda?! "Huh... What is that saying? Is that crazy?!" "I am sure!" I approached Mang Luisito. "Are you sure? Well, because you told me last time that you were a boy who ran over you-"

Amelia uses her shoulder to push open the front door, wheeling her carry-on suitcase behind her and pressing her phone to her ear. “The Balenciaga,” she says. “Yeah, listen, I’ve got to go.” She tosses the phone aside, running the last few steps across the room to where Victor is standing, jumping up into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. Victor had intended to be stern, to break the news to her as soon as he could, but…almost involuntarily, he wraps his arms around her, burying his face into the space between her neck and shoulder. He growls softly.