Hop X Victor Novels & Stories

I said. "Attempted to," Xander replied. "He underestimated your team." I stood there for a moment in the noise and warmth of the backstage room. Victor had reached across an ocean to try to break something I'd built. And we'd turned his sabotage into the best show Laurent Luxe had ever produced.

Then, Alex communicated with them through the hands-free they have in their ears. "Guys, the cameras in the strong room and it's hallways are a special type. I can only hack it for thirty minutes before my hacking location will be traceable. Now, one minute is gone, means you have just twenty nine minutes to get the hell out of there" Alex warned. IN A RESTAURANT, Lily and Fredrick, the CEO Platinum were seated, eating. "Hmm" Fred made a satisfactory sound. "I like the steak here" he said.

I began to feel my mouth fill with blood as he pushes the blade in and squeezes the bag with clear liquid, "But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure."

Wyatt opens his mouth but closes it when Victor sits down on the couch with one cup in each hand. "I brought you a cider, Maeve," Victor says and places down the drinks onto the coffee table. "There wasn't any mango-..." He hiccups, probably already drunk. "But I found watermelon." I glance at Victor, shaking my head in disbelief, when I find him crossing his eyes. No wonder he returned—he is wasted. "Oh-my-god..." I stifle a laugh, biting my bottom lip when the guy struggles to keep his eyes open. "We should find him an empty room."

she asks, curling into his chest on the couch. “Yeah,” he lies smoothly. “Just tired.” She smiles, kisses his jaw. “Only a few more days.” He holds her tighter. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Just a few.” Victor Hale never makes it to morning. They find him in his holding cell just before dawn. No signs of struggle. No forced entry. Just a broken neck and a single word carved into the metal bedframe with something sharp: Phoenix. The detective’s phone rings. ************

He stops, his hand instantly dropping toward the holster under his dark jacket, shouting a muffled warning to his partner. Victor turns his head sharply toward the sound, his face coming into full view under the white floodlights. When his eyes land on Damien and me, his expression twists into a terrifying mix of disbelief, rage, and raw, naked hatred. He takes two steps down the stone stairs, his hand tightening around the glass of scotch until his knuckles turn white. “Damien,” Victor spits out, his voice sharp and ragged above the noise of the falling rain. “You brought your little artist out to the woods to watch you trespass on private property? You’ve completely lost your mind.”

"I should give you two some privacy." Victor's hand came down gently on the back of Sophia's head, guiding her rhythm without choking her. He looked straight at Ryan. "Sit back down. If you walk out that door right now, you walk away from everything. The loft. The contacts. The money. Her. All of it becomes mine. I keep what I like." Ryan froze halfway up. The weight of the words settled over him. He sank back onto the sofa, face burning. Victor smiled slightly, still guiding Sophia's movements. "Good choice. I enjoy an audience. Especially when the audience understands exactly what he is giving up. Keep sucking, Sophia. Deeper. Use that tongue the way I know you can."

A chorus of cheers came from below me and I glanced at where it was coming from and smiled weakly at Cameron and Sofia who were both clapping for me. Shane on the other hand, was not that happy at all. He signaled to Cameron immediately and he rushed to help sienna up. I jumped off the boxing ring and landed on the hard concrete ground with a small thud while trying to keep my knees from buckling too soon. Shane angrily stormed towards me till he's standing super close to me that I got a whiff of his strong cologne It smelled like something super strong and addictive. Has a touch of masculine scent to it with a little spicy and woody laced in between and little hint of sweetness.

Victor clearly ended the threat, which was very scary indeed; they knew that Dante Vascos was that influential to the country's economy. "Give me back my phone, Victor!" Hektor exclaimed while trying to get his phone back. (Haha, look at your favorite couple being so embarrassing. They want to invade my privacy just because they are not allowed to enter this boutique, which happens to be the boutique that Mr. Dante has booked.) Victor ignored Hektor's request, continuing to speak to the camera. (Oh yeah, you guys better stop looking at nouveau riche gossip content like this account owner. If you respect Mr. Dante, I order you to unfollow or block this account immediately.)

Victor's voice dripped with venom as he demanded, "What is happening here?" I stepped forward, my gaze flickering between Xavier and Victor. "Victor, my love, I was merely extending an offer to our dear Xavier here," I explained, my tone filled with false sweetness. Victor's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "And what kind of offer is that?" I turned my attention back to Xavier, my voice laced with seduction. "Xavier, you have intrigued me. I can sense a power within you, a potential for greatness. " Xavier took a step back, maintaining a respectful distance.