Victor Cast Novels & Stories

His hand came up, gripping Damian's chin, forcing him to look at Scarlett's limp body. "Look at her," Victor said softly. "Look at what you failed to protect." Damian's eyes burned with rage. "I will find you. I will find her. And I will—" "You will do nothing." Victor released him, rising to his feet. "You are nothing, Damian. You've always been nothing. And now? You're going to watch me take everything from you." He gestured to one of his men—a large, hulking figure who stepped forward without hesitation.

“We knew you found the devices. That’s why we let you think you were winning.” Victor’s smile faded, his jaw clenched. He lunged for Rachel—but she slapped him across the face. “You used me,” she whispered, shaking. “Now I’m using you.” Victor spun, fists up—only for Caleb to land a hard punch directly to his jaw, dropping him to his knees. Security tackled him, cuffing him with reinforced titanium shackles. Victor spat blood onto the marble floor, breathing hard, glaring at the three people standing over him.

Even facing death. The door opened. Castellano walked in. "Still refusing to cooperate? How noble. How stupid." He pulled out a gun. "Last chance. The password. Or I start shooting." "Go to hell," Victor said. Castellano shot him. In the shoulder. Non-fatal but agonizing. Victor screamed. "Stop!" I shouted. "Please stop!" "Then give me the password." "I do not have it! Only Victor knows it!" Castellano aimed at Victor's head. "Then he better start talking."

At first, I assumed it was the man in the gray suit returning—but when I turned around, my brain practically short-circuited. Standing right in front of me was none other than Victor Samaniego himself. Not the Victor from the magazines. Not the Victor from the interviews or the newspapers. The real Victor. In the flesh. He stopped a few feet in front of me and adjusted the cuffs of his black suit before looking me directly in the eyes. Those blue irises seemed to speak on their own, saying things his lips didn't need to. Fuck those eyes. I stood up and smiled at him. But he didn't smile back. Not even a trace. Why? Was he already irritated that the first person he had to see this morning was

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

"Give us the drive." Victor looked at the six identical faces standing before him. A dark, wild smile spread across his wet face. "If I can't have the crown, nobody can." Victor drew back his arm, preparing to hurl the silver master drive far out into the deep river. Before his arm could swing, Marcus stepped forward, raising his arm fast– CLANG! Marcus threw his heavy steel flashlight with precision, striking Victor's wrist! Victor gasped in pain, his fingers opening as the silver master drive slipped from his grip, bouncing along the wet wooden planks at the edge of the pier.

It was one of his contacts, a man named Victor. Victor's eyes lit up as he saw Cassiel, and he nodded in greeting. "Cassiel, good to see you," he said, his voice raised over the music. Cassiel smiled, his eyes scanning the area to make sure they were not being watched. "Victor, how are you doing?," he asked, his voice calm and cool. “I am good, bruh,” Victor said, bringing out his hand for a handshake. Cassiel shook hands with him. Victor invited him to have some drinks with him which he politely declined saying he had some business to attend to before leaving.

Victor said through gritted teeth and landed an unexpected blow across Castrol's face which made the man stumble backward he held his face which stung like hell and he started laughing as Leo rolled his eyes and sipped on his beer "Hahaha the great Victor Ellison...the man who owns the city...tell me...do I look more handsome than you?"Castrol said with a sarcastic chuckle but Victor didn't react but walked back to their table and pulled out a chair. It was nice to have his old buddy back which was why he asked him to stay at his mansion throughout his visit.

At him the next thing he do is to hold my neck and want to kill me Jasmine look at victor with a regret face Jasmine : you want to killed my dad Victor :am sorry Jasmine rush and slapped victor Jasmine : don't makes me regret allowing you here Victor just apologize and start picking up his damage phone Jasmine beg his dad Victor pack his phone and start repairing it. By himself The screen is damage but it show in one side. Like a little place is showing but the rest are broken He manage it Like that Kayak never stop bothering him. Victor never raise his anger on him and he never tried to fight back Back to new York

I hated saying that. It was like I was already giving up on her. "AHHHH," I cried. "How could you leave me like this Sar, how?" I cry onto her, her blood covering my top but I didn't care. "Miss, you cannot be close to the victim," I ignored him- hanging onto the body like if I were to let it go, an entire brighter side of me would die. She was the brightness, that only happy side that existed because she was the one who believed in happiness.