Victor Idv Novels & Stories

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

A figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and impeccably dressed, with a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Thiago Bermudez,” the man drawled, his tone dripping with false charm. “And the infamous Bridgette Martinez. What a pleasure.” “Who are you?” Thiago’s posture was rigid, protective as he placed himself slightly in front of me. “Call me Victor,” the man said, his grin widening. “But I’m not here to play games. I have something you want.” Victor tossed a USB drive onto the ground. It landed between us with a soft clatter.

The call connected after a few rings. “Astrid?” Victor’s deep voice sounded slightly surprised. “It’s been a while.” “It has,” I replied warmly. “Everything alright?” “Yes. I actually wanted to ask you something.” “Of course.” I leaned back in my chair. “Have you had a chance to review the Ridgeway Development proposal yet?” There was a brief pause. “I saw the summary,” Victor said. “Still considering it.” “Do you like it?” Another pause. “It’s acceptable,” he replied. “Why?”

After that, Victor had a vasectomy, and he never wanted her to get pregnant again. Their daughter followed Adrian Maxwell around since she was a child...

The power I believed I had. □□□ "I didn't know all that," He says. "I know," "It still doesn't explain what happened to your face," "There's no use in me telling you. You can't do anything," "Just give me the name," His jaw clenches. "It was my mother," Right when thought I won, he jokingly utter the words, "I don't have girlfriends for nothing," □□□ "I wanna go somewhere," I say sitting upright. "Any place in the world for you,"

He turned when I entered with the smile of someone genuinely pleased to see me, which was either real or the best performance I had encountered in a long time. "Ms Kensington", he crossed the room and shook my hand. His handshake was exactly right — firm, brief, and no games. "Thank you for making time." "Of course," I said. We sat. Coffee arrived. Victor talked about I* Technologies for four minutes with the specific fluency of someone who had done serious research — not surface-level, not the kind of information you picked up from a press release. He knew the architecture of the Invisible Shield. He knew the Dubai expansion timeline. He knew the Amsterdam node relocation that Davies had co

“The woman Victor Dowding abducted this afternoon was similar to Jade in build. They should be around the same age as well. Her abdomen was hit by wooden sticks. Go to the hospitals and quickly search for such a woman.” As Javier gave Herschel these instructions, Victor was rejoicing in his office. Looking at the original share agreement he had and then at the updated agreement he had recently gained, he felt as if he could see everyone fervently addressing him as chairman when they came into work tomorrow. Thinking of this scenario, he thought that he had finally reached the peak of his life!

Damien replied, staring straight ahead. "And?" "She remembers." Victor's expression remained entirely unreadable. "How much?" "I don't know." "Then assume she remembers everything," Victor said, his tone hardening. Damien frowned, turning to face his handler. "She's blind, Victor. She can't identify me to anyone." Victor leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in the dim light of the car. "Faces aren't the only evidence that matters." A heavy silence settled between them as the sedan idled. Finally, Victor broke the quiet. "Bring her to me."

Before Victor could finish admiring his stats, a seventeen-meter mech walked up to him and asked. A seventeen-meter mech could already be considered very impressive. It was a second-evolution medium-weight mech. Victor's mech was around that size too after the second evolution, but of course, there were major differences in their appearances. "My name is Victor Wild. I'm not a soldier." "Oh? You're Victor Wild from Riverside?" The mech standing in front of Victor sounded surprised after hearing his self-introduction.