Victor Criss Novels & Stories

Placing my hands on my lap, but Creed laces his hand with mine and it feels like we were sitting in solidarity with whatever is happening right now. “Before the Goddess reincarnated me, she told me a few things that didn’t make sense at first,” Viktor starts, and my heart stutters - reincarnated? “She told me the reason she’s sending me back is because I need to be a guiding hand for Creed… and his mate.” Creed nods. “Yes, you’ve explained - wait, my mate as well?” he says, his eyes flicking from me back to Viktor. “What does that mean?”

“Impressive trick for a ballroom guest.” He turned slowly. Victor Crane himself stood in the doorway, suit immaculate, expression almost amused. For the first time, Adrian realized he hadn’t seen any verified report of Victor being absent, only assumption. “Victor,” Adrian said evenly. “Didn’t expect you to join the donations line.” “Nor did I expect you to steal from my servers,” Victor replied, stepping closer. “You’ve grown reckless.” Adrian’s mind raced. The copy bar crawled: 78%… 81%…

“As I said earlier, you walked into my territory uninvited. That alone costs blood. Name your price or leave before I name it for you.” Viktor drops his arms. His eyes shining with the same hunger they always had. “The Volkov girl and the doctor. I want them both. A clean deal. Hand them over and we stay friends.” I taste the lie the second the words leave his mouth. It sits heavy on his tongue like cheap vodka. He does not want the women. He wants more than flesh. He wants weakness. He wants to cut me deep where the whole world can watch the blood drip slow. He wants to see me bend.

smiled Vicktor. “What do you mean?” asked Vittore. “You son just killed four men,” laughed Vicktor. He was floating on clouds with happiness. “Excuse me!” shouted Narciso. “How is that supposed to help me? If his kill count is high, how will I become the supreme boss?” “Relax! Your kill is higher than him. We are just glad that now we have two nominees on our side. Two are dead making the competition easy. Yoshiro was the real competition. Now it will be easy to help you brothers,” smiled Vicktor.

"The only scream you should be screaming out of your mouth are your moans when I fuck you, do you understand?" She was crying, she couldn't move, he pinned her down so hard, she could hardly breathe. He put the phone beside them with the right angle to record. She was struggling to breathe with his hand covering her mouth. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panty. She shook her head and cried even harder. She felt him unzipping his pants and pulled out his penis. "Oooh it's hard baby ... so hard it's gonna be good ... just try to relax, you might as well enjoy this," he rubbed himself on her. She screamed her lungs out, she couldn't believe it was going to happen to her again. She was g

The world sharpens, cruel edges returning. Another sound. A scrape. Low voices. Male. My pulse spikes. I step out of the bathroom, every muscle coiled tight. “Mom?” I call softly. But it’s not my mother I bump into. It’s Victor Cruz. I know his face instantly, even though I’ve only seen it in old wanted sketches and whispered nightmares. Nicole’s father. The rogue leader who vanished into the shadows after the wars. His eyes are cold, bottomless, and his grin is jagged as he towers over me.

He stumbled, and the crate crashed to the ground, shattering jars of preserved food. It was a mistake. A simple accident. Victor was there in a blur. He didn't run; he appeared. He grabbed Kael by the throat and lifted him off the ground with one hand. Kael gagged, his feet kicking helplessly in the air. "Clumsiness gets us killed," Victor growled. His voice sounded like grinding stones. "Focus." His grip tightened. Kael’s face turned purple. The pack froze, too terrified to move. Victor wasn't just disciplining him; he was crushing his windpipe.

“You’re a top?” Victor smiled and moved closer to Adrian, “Take a guess…” Adrian retreated in fright and slammed into James' arms. He remembered James telling him that Victor had a crush on Jasper… He felt a chill down his spine when he thought about it. He wanted to see if his best friend was actually so unlucky that he was targeted by this vixen.

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.

I want him to touch me again; I want the distraction of that comfort, I admitted internally, forcing myself to look back down at the spreadsheets. His proximity made the crisis almost bearable, wrapping me in a powerful, protective cocoon of shared purpose. A few hours later, my assistant interrupted us to announce that Victor was on the line, demanding an immediate meeting. I took the call in my private office, already knowing the reason for his sudden interest. Victor, sensing Adrian's weakness and my momentary distraction, was trying to capitalize on the chaos. He always sees a crisis as an opportunity for himself, I thought with a familiar weariness.