Hop X Victor Novels & Stories

The four other men stopped just in front of Luke and Tom. “Mr Velky, I’m Victor Harris. Mr Walker sent me,” one man said. He was a burly man in his late thirties. Luke looked at Bane, and Bane nodded. Luke and Tom stepped aside and let the men through. Bane held out his hand to Victor. “Mr Harris, welcome. This is Jax, my right-hand man,” Bane greeted him. “Please, call me Victor, Mr Velky. It’s an honour to meet you. This is my associate, Ben,” Victor said, introducing a tall, blond man.

An hour later, Victor stepped out of his luxury car outside the high-end restaurant, dressed in a sharp grey and black suit paired with dark black sunshades to make a striking appearance. He walked inside, his expensive leather shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. He quickly spotted Kai and Damien sitting together at a corner table, talking intimately over half-filled glasses of fine red wine. Neither of them took note of his arrival. Victor took a seat at the small table directly next to theirs, sliding his sunshades down into his pocket. A young waiter hurried over to Victor’s table. "What do you want, sir?" "A bottle of Don Julio for myself," Victor said calmly. He then pointed

Arhaan cupped her cheek and whispered "its okay ,its okay “he said pulling her closer. Hoor hid her face in his neck ,she wanted a break from her inner conflict . Arhaan soothed her for sometime and then pulled his plate forward . Hoor finally remembered their position and tried to get up but he held her still. Her cheeks were now red with some other reason .for her, his closeness was comforting , but there was also fear of losing , of being hurt again behind it . Arhaan impaled a piece of fruit in his fork and took it near her mouth . When she didnt open her mouth , he gave her a stern look .she finally opened her mouth relaxing in his lap .

he said as he removed a grain of rice hanging from her upper lip, she nodded in agreement to what he said “I will buy you ice cream, you want that right?” he said “And cake” she said “And cake? Okay then, as you wish” he kissed her forehead then he kissed Iyanu and left. Victor was popular for selling weed, he had lots of clients, he bought in large quantities and sold out to people, on the side he also sold some small tablet drugs to like Tramadol, he was quite popular for his ability to sell, hide his business and still remain popular for something no one could physically catch him doing.

Xander realized that Victor's current mindset was not stable. He made him sit on the couch and squeezed his hands tight, “Listen to me. Nothing will happen to you. I will protect you. Tell me what you heard.” Victor revealed in a trance, “I heard Stacy say that our president raped her daughter…” Xander’s grip on Victor’s hand loosened instantly, and he stared at him with his wide eyes, mouth agape. The shock was written all over his face. However, anger soon prevailed and his eyes became sharp, his expression murderous.

He stroked my hair and gently wiped away my tears. Victor stood in the corner of the hospital coordinator in a way that the culprit stood in the culprit box. Everywhere he goes, people look at him with disapproving looks, and his homosexual news is spreading like wildfire in the bush. Here in the hospital, nurses and doctors stared at him as if he had committed a crime by falling in love. "Xavier, he needs us." Observing him weeping silently in the hospital's corner, I signaled to him that he needed our support. Victor hugged Xavier and cried out loud to express his grief over his dad's condition.

I don’t think I’ve got the patience or the luck. I look at my phone. Tempted to call Dorothy. Just hear her voice. But I don’t. I can’t. I toss the phone beside me and puff slow on the stick in my hand. Let the smoke choke out the thoughts. Then— “Yo.” I turn, already knowing that voice. Victor. Of fucking course. He comes in with a six-pack, clearly thinking he’s meeting Xavier. He pauses when he sees me, then drops the beer cans on the table. “What? Came to beat me up again without an explanation?”

Emma shook her head in denial, fingers nervously tapping the phone she was holding. "Did you have anything?" He asked while his eyes dived deep into hers, maintaining intense eye contact. "Yeah,um-coffee," she replied and looked at him but her eyes lowered the moment they caught a glimpse of his bare chest and his thick thighs. She could see the thickness of his muscles under the black robe.

All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her. She had agreed again and again. But the moment my dad, Victor Nightfall, came home, she told him everything. My gambling addict dad’s eyes had lit up like a predator spotting prey. He marched straight up to me and demanded the ticket. "Where is it? Hand it over! So you hit the jackpot and didn’t tell your old man? Planning to run off with your mom? "You ungrateful little brat. Your money is my money. How dare you make decisions on your own?"

--- ## **THE TEMPTATION** Victor reached into his jacket slowly, carefully, and placed a data drive on the table between them. Aria didn’t touch it. “That,” Victor said, “contains every remaining name. Every route. Every account. Everything.” Her breath slowed. “Why?” she asked. Victor met her gaze. “Because you’re about to make the same mistake Damian did—just dressed in better language.” “I’m not you,” Aria said. “No,” Victor agreed. “You’re worse.” Her jaw tightened. “You believe people can be better,” Victor continued. “That mercy changes systems. That transparency saves lives.”