Victor Criss Novels & Stories

he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock. "I... I... I didn't... I didn't know. I swear." he stutters, making Hunter's eyes turn dark. He grips Hector by the throat and squeezes tightly, making him struggle for breath. He extends his claws, and slashes Hector's across his face, making him fall to the ground. It would seem he had ended his life there, making Hunter smirk with satisfaction as he cleared his throat and signaled his men to follow as the other men were entangled in a fight with Brandon and Wesley. ✨✨✨✨✨

who had abandoned one Voss brother for the more powerful one. My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Mia called six times before I answered. “Girl, you need to get off the grid,” she said urgently. “Victor just held a press conference. He’s positioning himself as the ‘rightful heir’ trying to save the company from Damien’s corruption. He flashed pictures of the twins and called them ‘innocent victims.’” I closed my eyes. “He’s trying to turn public opinion. Make me look like a brainwashed victim.”

Victor forgot he had a guest to attend to and the man sitting before him smiled arching his brows mischievously "So the lady...when is the wedding?"Cruz asked with a mischievous chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for the all-time Billionaire to answer. Being in the same room as Victor was an honor "Just work on resting Martha Lewis...it's an order," Victor said angrily. He invited Cruz to his office to hand him proof that his late wife was killed by Martha. Yes there was not much evidence incriminating Martha but he was certain she was the devil in disguise

"He had a heart attack." "It was an accident," Victor said flatly. "Craig was juicing like a damn idiot. He should've stopped when his heart rate started spiking, but he didn't. Pushed it. Not my fault. Plus, it was only a matter of time before he killed himself on steroids anyway. His gear was dirty, and he left it lying around. I barely had to do anything." I should've pushed harder. Should've yelled or snapped or something. But I didn't.

“It wasn’t that difficult to find you, Victor. Lisandro was more than happy to provide me with the information.” Victor recoils back as if he was struck. “Lisandro told you? That fucking rat!” I shrug my shoulders and rest my ankle on my knee with a snicker. “Who the fuck are you, and why does this stupid girl matter to you anyway?” Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I lean close and look Victor in the eye. “I told you who I am, Victor. If you would have bothered to do your homework, you’d know that this stupid girl is my wife. Another thing you’d know is that I’m a very powerful enemy to have.”

Jealous clear in her voice. "And I have my eyes only on you babe". He said lovingly making her blush. "Okay that's enough with the lovey dovey thing. You can do that tonight. Let's go". I said rolling my eyes. They laughed. We walked to Giann's Tesla that he bought not long ago. We arrived at the club. We walked in to the club and we saw our old friends from Italy. They are our bestfriends. There are 3 of them. You have Ace Rodriguez. He's a model. It was his dream to be a model and his dream came true. He's sweet but sometimes he can be a total dick.

I asked irritated. Why the hell you gonna like my crush? The fuck.... Fisayo frowned at my change in tone. "What's wrong with you?" Fisayo asked. You freaking like my crush! That's what's wrong with me! "Nothing" I replied as I raised my hand. "Whoa! That's one hell of a support there" the guy said as he dropped Jesse's hand. He picked Victoria's hand and raised it again "For assistant class rep who's in support?" He asked.

There was a glint in his eyes, something like surprise… and pride. But then he moved. In a blur, the wolf lunged. The assassin tried to fight back, but he was no match. His knife slashed out wildly—too slow. Too desperate. Yet I gasped when I saw it. A streak of blood blooming across Alexandro’s side. The blade had found its mark. “No!” I cried out, taking a step forward. But it was already over. With a savage roar, the wolf slammed into the assassin and tore through his chest. The man didn’t even have time to scream. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as Alexandro stood over it—victorious, wounded, and seething.

He bellowed, his voice raw and cracking. "Do not let them force your hand! Let them take me to the gallows! Death is an honorable end—becoming servant to The Crimson Crest is an eternal curse!" ​Victor stepped forward, his leather boots striking the floor with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Without a word, he unclasped a heavy steel-tipped riding crop from his belt.

He said. He paused. "Go on" I urged. Cris slammed his fist untontb table sending the bv table toppling over into two splint Reed halves.All threlders "It was given to me by…Santrir"He said hesitantly. Cris threw back his head in laughter. "And you call yourselves elders?" "Dont insult us" Valor warned "And there is nothing that you can do to change that fact"Cris added. "How dare you..." I flung the scroll to him and stormed out of the room.Cris followed suite along