Hop X Victor Novels & Stories

Xandros's screams grew hoarse. But he refused to break. Victor's anger boiled over. "You should have talked." With a swift kick, Victor sent Xandros crashing to the floor. Xandros's eyes bulged as Victor's foot crushed his windpipe. "You should have told me." Xandros's body went limp. Victor's gaze shifted to Marco, Xandros's loyal henchman, cowering in the corner. Marco trembled. "P-please." Victor's eyes narrowed.

Those brainless beings never gets tired, i know that for sure, they will keep coming till we become tired. "Shit" I cursed and almost immediately, there's was an explosion on the roof that threw us into different directions. I grunt as I crashed on a wooden box on the floor. Austin hit his head on a pillar and he bled from the impact. A bright light shine into the warehouse and I narrowed my eyes trying to adjust it to the brightness. I could see a chopper hovering above the opening. Two ropes dropped from it and I ejected the mag of my Beretta and inserted and slammed my last magazine into the gun.

Then, he subtly tilted his head toward the surveillance camera and gave me a reassuring nod. I stopped in my tracks. Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Victor used to be a sailor. He had handed over his entire paycheck to his wife every month. One day, he decided to surprise her by coming home unexpectedly, only to find out she was cheating on him. After their divorce, he left her all his money and the house. It was not until later that he discovered that he had contracted HIV. Despite it all, Victor remained kind and optimistic. He often helped unattended patients at the hospital.

I’ve thought so before, but I wasn’t sure about it; and now, I think I am going to cry. Maybe, maybe I am really gay. “Oh, Henry Baby, don’t cry!” Victor caresses my face, trying to wipe my tears away, “I was just telling what I see from here, I am not a hundred percent certain either!” I sniffle, I look at him with a sad face, “How can we make sure then?” There, Victor suddenly moves to the coffee table and picks up the television’s remote control, “I have an idea.” As he mentions, he switches the television on and links his devices to it. Just by the next moment, he opens an adult rated website on the television. He taps on a video and plays it with the sound on.

Julian soothingly whispered my name, "he's not like Huxley." "You don't know that. Do you even know what the low-life, egotistical, narcissistic leech did when he was alive? Do you know how many lives he had ruined?" "I'm not like him," Victor interjected. He opened his mouth and I audibly swallowed at the sight of his tongue — or the lack thereof. All that remained was a sliver of jagged flesh that was barely of any use, "he did that to me," Victor closed his mouth and I watched his body grow stiff as he relived the memory, "and I'm almost certain the son of a bitch killed my parents a long time ago when I escaped his messed up pack of deranged rogues. I know how fucked up Huxley was. I'm n

Before I could react, he yanked the knife from his side and lunged at Xander, plunging it into his chest. "No!" I screamed, rushing toward them as Xander staggered, his golden eyes wide with shock. His hand moved to the knife stuck in his chest to his heart, his expression one of disbelief. Victor smirked weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I can’t have you… no one can." With those final words, Victor collapsed, his body limp and lifeless. Xander shifts, falling to his knees, his breathing shallow. I ran to him, my hands trembling as I held his face.

It was a fucking acute form of torture. I gritted my teeth as I stepped in, thankful for the thick rubber soles of my sneakers. The four men followed behind me. Huxley instantly sat up straighter when he noticed Victor enter the room. They hadn't chained him, knowing that the continuous contact to silver would weaken him by a fair amount. "If it isn't my two favorite pups," Huxley's lips split, showing us his cavity-riddled teeth as he looked between Victor and myself. I could feel barf crawling up my throat and I did my best to keep it down, "Speak when you're fucking spoken to," I growled in warning. This may not have been my pack to lead, however, I'd take charge if this bastard thought h

All of them had removed their masks, their disguises no longer necessary. They followed him inside in silence, filing into his study. Victor poured himself a drink at the bar, downing it in one gulp before turning to face them. "So," he said, his voice controlled but edged with steel, "what's the latest on our attacks against Xavier's operations?" Gerald stepped forward, pulling out his tablet. "The shipment from Colombia was intercepted as planned. Xavier lost approximately twenty million in product, and three of his key distributors were arrested." "Good," Victor nodded, pouring another drink. "And the thing with the Russians?"

A figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and impeccably dressed, with a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Thiago Bermudez,” the man drawled, his tone dripping with false charm. “And the infamous Bridgette Martinez. What a pleasure.” “Who are you?” Thiago’s posture was rigid, protective as he placed himself slightly in front of me. “Call me Victor,” the man said, his grin widening. “But I’m not here to play games. I have something you want.” Victor tossed a USB drive onto the ground. It landed between us with a soft clatter.

" With a mournful shake of his head, Aric followed his companion inside, waving away the matron on the way. After Henry ordered each a pint of spiced blood, closed the door, and turned on the room's privacy settings, he collapsed into a chair and waited. Henry handed his pal a glass and asked, "So, what is the huge blunder you've made?" Aric moaned, "I had sex with Liberty," as he drank deeply, his body responding well to the spicy blood. Henry grinned, "I guess I owe you 10 bucks." Aric looked at his pal in bewilderment and questioned, "What?" His friend added, "I bet myself ten dollars that you would bed her, but it would take at least a month." He pulled out his wallet and pushed a crisp