Victor Cast Novels & Stories

"He was there! I saw him!" Selena watched silently, her heart hammering in her chest. Victor had always been meticulous in his planning. She knew him too well, he would have calculated every detail, anticipated every move. Unlike Xavier, whose power came from brutality, Victor's came from his brilliance. "Everyone out!" Xavier shouted suddenly. "Except you Diego," he pointed to his consigliere, a thin man with cold eyes, "and you Marcus."

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.

I cleared my throat before sending my message to Karlo and avoided my gaze. Me: Don’t worry. I’ll text you. Karlo: Okay. Enjoy. “Of all the universities you could pick here in the US, why mine?” I almost jumped when I heard Victor behind me. That’s when I noticed that the group had already taken their seats on the disco sofas and were having a toast. I was left standing beside a table where my wineglass is. I shifted my weight to Victor and silently discerned his outfit. White polo shirt, black shorts, white Jordan shoes. On his wrist was a silver Rolex and a black bracelet. A silver chain was on his neck. His silver piercing on left ear made him look like a bad playboy - so dashing yet dang

"How could I ever accept a child from another woman's womb? Do you have any idea how powerful the Castellanos are? Do you know what happens when you cross them? And now you've lost everything! You lost Maria, you lost the baby, and you lost your empire!" I laughed in his face. "You've lost, Victor. You've lost it all." Victor listened quietly. Then he turned to his men, his eyes as dead as the concrete floor. "She took the last good thing I had," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Show her what happens when you take everything from me."

Victor just shrugged a little. "It is only bad if you get in trouble." He moved the whiskey around in his glass. "The person is Alex Morgan ." It was quiet for a seconds. Then Chris said slowly. "Alex?" Victors smile got a little bigger. "Yes." He leaned forward a little. "I know you and Alex Morgan have a history." Chris's voice got a little angry. "What do you want me to do to Alex Morgan?" Victor's answer was easy. "Help me ruin Alex Morgan's life."

The voice spoke slowly with great animosity echoing in his each and every word. “You think this is a game! Do you have any idea what I have done to your little friends? The girl… she’s dead! The Estefan boy and the rest of the Rayburns… are mine! Everyone in this freaking town belongs to me… I… am… their… Master!” Victor enunciated with just as much hatred, slamming both his fist heavily against the desk before him, ignoring the instant pain tremoring throughout his limbs; absolutely certain at this point that this was indeed another one of Marcel’s trouble making friends seeking the role of a hero. After all, what other sort of logical explanation could there possible be?

Hunter’s voice lifted, commanding attention as he began introducing the men one by one. “Victor,” he nodded to the man on his left. Mirabella’s eyes flicked over him, unable to stop herself. Victor was huge—easily six-foot-five with a thick chest that strained against his black leather cut. His arms were tattooed sleeves, and the veins stood out against his skin like ropes. His jaw was cut hard, his lips shaped in a dangerous grin that spoke of violence and charm all at once. His dark eyes locked on her with the weight of a predator, but she somehow didn't look away.

I added. Victor nodded again. "I agree. But I think I might have a way to get in touch with Jasper." He signaled his second in command to hand over the hard copy. I leaned in, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Hey, Man, can I ask you something?" Victor looked up at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "What is it, Bryan?" I hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you know a guy named Matt? He's got a scar above his left eyebrow, and he boxes. I've seen him working at a club in the city."

Victor thrashed against the restraints but the heavy ties held firm. “You can’t do this,” he said. I tightened the last tie until the plastic cut into his skin. Victor stared up at me, breathing fast. “Martina,” he said suddenly. I froze. Dante’s eyes flicked toward me as Victor’s voice softened. “That’s your real name.” I said nothing. Victor leaned forward in the chair.“You think I destroyed your life,” he said. “But I made you strong.” My hands clenched. “I gave you everything,” he continued. “The power you have now… it exists because of me.”

Victoria stood at the backstage feeling nervous, she would soon be introduced to her new colleagues, she knows her ex husband works here also, in as much she had hated him for the past two years, but that didn't stop her from knowing all his daily activities and engagement. She came to seek the revenge she desired for the past two years. Her only prayer is that God should help her through, because she knows how irresistible and domineering he can be... After some minutes of contemplating if she should go ahead or not, she heard Mr Elijah, the manager of AZ organization introduce her to everyone.