Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

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.

"You don't know anything, you crazy bitch." "I know you cut the altimeter wires on a private jet three years ago," I say quietly. Victor stops breathing. "I know you used to share her bed," I continue, crouching down so I am perfectly at eye level with him. "I know Nora Jackson wired half a million dollars to your offshore account to pay for the hit. And I know you screwed it up, because I am still breathing." Victor stares at me, genuine, pure terror finally breaking through his arrogant face.

"Regardless of who you're looking for, I don't know you. Please leave." "It's okay if you don't know me." Victor looked up, his deep eyes locking onto hers. He approached Flora's bed and extended his hand. "We can get to know each other again." He smiled. "Hello, I'm Victor Garcia, a businessman from the Garcia family in Jorn City." These words and actions instantly left her feeling like she had traveled back in time. He had said the same thing to her when they first met. He was sitting in his wheelchair as he reached out to her.

A good number of men came off the black jeeps and waited for their leader to step out from his vehicle before making their way to the spot where Octavio and his crew stood. “And here they are” Octavio said with arms outstretched in a welcome gesture. “Welcome Victor”. “Hello Octavio.” the leader of the buying team, Victor replied and bowed as a sign of courtesy. Victor had an intimidating look. He was a direct opposite of Octavio. He was much taller and almost perfectly built. He wore a tattoo on his right cheek to conceal a scar from a bullet wound. "There is your money." said Victor as he ordered a mean looking man to drop two black bags to the ground inbetween both parties "We will like o

S E R I N E Being as aggressive as I always am, "Angelo, I swear I will cut your balls off if you don't give me back my chips," I was willing to kill for chips. Especially, Pringles. They had become my latest addiction since the beginning of this year, which was literally a few days ago. "Yeah right," he smiles at me revealing his dimples- that just adds onto his beautiful face. "Are you-" I furrow my brows, clearing my throat to say this louder. "Are you testing me? Me? Serine Santana Williams?"

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“Don’t tell me things I can already see. I expected you to show me a side of her I failed to notice, which, considering how long I’ve known her, is impossible.” His smile was almost a sneer. “Don’t you think you’re being too cocky?” “I don’t know. You tell me, Mr. Ortega. Am I being too cocky?” I shifted in my seat. “Do you really think you deserve that woman? Do you actually think you’re meant to be since even after she lost her memories, you failed to win her heart? What makes you think you still have a chance now that she’s a lot more in love with her husband than ever?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Victor Delgado, Santiago’s most valuable ally in the northern territories, was about to meet his future wife—and she would not falter. How fun, I thought as I rolled my eyes. This wasn't what I was expecting when the triplets had sent me back to my father, but I guess that wasn't what they were expecting as well. The guards opened the door with a practiced nod and I stepped inside. Victor stood with his back to me, reading something by the fireplace. Tall, broad shoulders, impeccably dressed in black. His presence filled the room even before he turned. And when he did— My oh my, nobody told me he was going to be this good-looking.

Warrior Robbie “You fucking what!” I bellow unable to rein in my anger. I don’t mean to blurt the words out, but Nick gave me the reins of control here, so I’m just going to go with it. “They have my mate.” Alberto huffs out as his body appears to relax. Is he relieved that he told us? My reaction to his words is to call bullshit but something inside of me holds me back. I think Nick was right to want to listen to him before acting because, while I’m not sure if he’s 100% telling me the truth, I’m also not sure that he isn’t.