Victor Cast Novels & Stories

Lenny sat at the other end of the room discussing with Cammy she was dressed in a blue short gown wile Cammy wore a dark green armless gown ,her hair was parked in 2 messy bonds and it kinda gave her a splendid look "okay family it's time " Victor loud voice was heard and we all turn to his direction and they he was with Brianna beside him .if mistaken by strangers they look like couples and yet their resemblance was so clear , Victor hair is naturally white and long .he's eyes were golden horny which means he just fed . Dianna hair was also white and her brows were also white ,her skin looks paler than that of Victor ,her eyes were bright brown .

He motioned me over to a chair across from his as he continued with his phone call. “Yes Oscar. I don't know if I will be able to make it this weekend. There are some things left for me to do here at the office” Victor called into the phone as he ran his hands through his hair which he had dyed back to black. He smiled when he noticed me eyes on him. “Yes. Yes” Victor continued as he walked over and sat on his chair. He had discarded his suit and was only on a white shirt which he had rolled over at the sleeve.

Victor Salazar’s breathing is ragged. Each inhale sounds like it scrapes against broken glass. The workers stand around him nervously, unsure whether to help or stay back. The floodlights cast long shadows across the concrete, making the entire pier look like a stage for something none of us were prepared to see. Marcus whispers beside me. “Well… that’s definitely the villain waking up.” Victor coughs again, clutching weakly at his chest. His eyes search the crowd until they land on Adrian. Recognition flashes across his face. Then something darker. Resentment. Hatred.

All that could be heard in the living room were gasps, everyone knowing that it was impossible to break a mate bond without a formal rejection. “What? That’s not possible.” Rian growls. “It’s entirely possible for a dark spell caster to do. A powerful dark spell caster.” Alstin calmly says. “Beatrix,” I whisper, tears sliding down my face. “What?! There’s no way she survived the war.” Alstin exclaims, shock written all over his face. “According to the rogues that had infiltrated our territory, Beatrix somehow survived. That’s what they told Euan and Juniper.” Rian whispered.

They were just finishing when she heard voices approaching-multiple people, talking in the easy tones of business being conducted. "Quick," Rosie hissed, and they both grabbed their caddies and moved toward the servants' door. But they weren't quite fast enough. The door opened and three men entered-two she didn't recognize, both clearly Alphas by their bearing and the power that rolled off them. And Kael Stormridge. Sera froze, trapped between the door and the furniture, too visible to be properly invisible. For the first time, she saw him clearly. He was taller than she'd realized-easily six-two, broad-shouldered and powerfully built. Dark hair, slightly tousled. A strong jaw and high chee

But if she ignored it, the story would spiral out of control without her. A sudden chime from her phone made her heart lurch. Another notification. BREAKING: SOPHIE CARTER’S MYSTERY MAN IDENTIFIED AS JAKE MATTHEWS—A NOBODY OR A NEW STAR? Sophie’s breath hitched. “They found him.” Mia snatched the phone from her hands and read the article. “Jake Matthews. Apparently, he owns some little coffee shop downtown. They’re already digging into his past.”

Adrian snaps, stepping slightly in front of me. Victor chuckles, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Oh, I think she is. You must be...... “ Kayla... Kayla Marshall.Who are you?” I ask, my voice steadier than I feel. “Victor Cane,” he says, his tone dripping with mockery. “Nice to meet you miss Marshall.Adrian and I go way back.” “Not far enough,” Adrian mutters. Victor ignores him, his attention fully on me now. “ Your name, Marshall sounds so familiar. Wait..... Is it who I think it is...?"

“I’m not done. I’m locking him out of everything: banks, crypto, dark web. He’s got nothing left.” Elena ruffled my hair, a ghost of her old big-sister tease. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, kid.” “Let him,” Mamá said, her smile soft but proud. “He’s a Vasquez.” The agents hauled Victor up, his head lolling, blood dripping from his nose. His eyes found mine, and for a second, I froze. They weren’t defeated, they were calculating. “You’re good, kid,” he rasped, voice low so only I could hear. “But you’re not me. You’ll see.”

These particular words, he whispered them so sharply in my ears, it caused a tingle in my body that almost weakened my last restraint. I swallowed hard. His words hit harder than anything I had ever taken before. "Trust me, boy. She won't hesitate to pick up the sword and end you with the claims of trying to save you. But you don't have to be the victim. You're meant to be the victor!" Vargan whispered. I forcwd my breathing to be steady. But it still didn't work. His voice lingered in my head, almost as though I could feel him touring my mind, finding a way to weaken me.

Victor tapped the steering wheel once, a patient rhythm. “You sure about this, kid?” Victor asked, voice low and smooth like aged bourbon. “Some things cannot be undone.” Ryan swallowed. His hands were steady, but his stomach twisted. “You’ve never asked me for anything I couldn’t give. Not really. You want her for a night. I’ll make it happen.” Victor turned his head, gray eyes sharp under thick brows. At forty-eight, he looked carved from something harder than most men. Broad shoulders filled his tailored shirt, and the faint scar along his jaw only added to the dangerous appeal women seemed to lose their minds over.