Victor Reader Novels & Stories

“I like this game!” Victor, who was always as cold as snow, managed to show me a slight smile. “How do you feel about me?” I asked. “For some reason, I’m unable to read you.” “And why do you think that is?” Victor squinted his eyes. “I don’t know…you tell me.” He leaned forward, waiting for an answer. Startled, I stared at him and pushed him away. “I can’t even figure myself out,” I spoke. “So good luck with that.”

“My dearest Anna, It seems you have taken back what was actually meant to be yours, but do you know that you are mine? Yours forever, Victor.” Anna frowned as she read the email again. VICTOR SAT WAITING patiently for her reply. It occurred to him that the fastest way to flush her out was to hope that she was clever enough to have found the laptop, open it, and then she would read the email he sent. From the little, he knew about her. The ping of his computer let him know that she was there. “I am nobody’s property!”

His knee bounced a steady rhythm, and his fingers twitched like he was texting in his head. Finally, the door crashed open with all the subtlety of a SWAT raid. Victor stepped in, hood up, eyes fever-bright behind thick glasses. He carried a battered laptop under one arm, cords snaking out of his backpack like intestines. He nodded at Grant, then at me, but didn’t speak until the door was locked and bolted behind him. “Sorry I’m late, Alpha.” Victor’s voice was higher than I expected, almost reedy, like he’d been running on nothing but nicotine and adrenaline for days. “Had to lose a tail.”

I grab a glass of wine, trying to steady my trembling hand. I linger near the back, watching him finish speaking. When his attention shifts back to me, the connection is immediate, magnetic. My phone buzzes—José’s name flashing across the screen—but I silence it without looking. Victor steps onto the small stage, the room dimming slightly as he begins to read. His voice rolls through the air, rich and controlled. The excerpt he chooses is darker this time—a woman consumed by forbidden desire. Every word strikes deep. My thighs press together under the table, breath shallow.

My dear readers, I am glad to report that Aric has fulfilled 3,448 of his promises to them by the end of this novel. The End

Then finally, my eyes rest on Rhett. And he has a fucking smirk on. “Did something happen, Mr Victor?” The interviewer asks. And the temperature of the room drops. “Mr Vic….” His words fade as Victor gets up and storms towards him, his forehead creased. “What is the meaning of this? Do you think we are a joke?” Victor’s neck veins pop out as he throws the document in my face, and my chest clenches when it falls. With trembling hand, I bend and pick it up, and right there on the front page lies the one thing I never thought would get past my jotter.

She tried again, harder this time, symbols flickering briefly over her skin as she poured more magic into it. Still nothing. The book remained stubbornly closed, silent and unimpressed. Jane exhaled sharply. “Okay. Rude.” A voice came from the doorway. “Give it here. Let me try.” I frowned slightly, my vision blurring for a second as I focused. Victor. I had not even realized he was there. Jane handed him the book without argument. Victor took it, his expression guarded, his power rolling just under the surface like restrained violence. He tried brute force first, then something more refined, energy pressing, probing.

They all looked curious. Victor handed over a paper with plans for his wedding. "I have recorded some of my discussions with Jane here," Victor said with confidence. Alpha Ethan nodded and extended his hand. "Can I read that?" Victor nodded in agreement to Alpha Ethan's question. He walked over to Alpha Ethan and handed him the requested paper. After receiving the paper, Alpha Ethan read very seriously. It took a few seconds for Alpha Ethan to frown. But on some of the things he had read, Alpha Ethan nodded.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That question only deepened when a new alert lit up the grid. “Incoming encrypted message. From: Victor Lang. Priority: Black Level” I opened the file. A video flickered to life —Victor, seated in a high-rise room bathed in sunset light. Calm. Unbothered. Triumphant. “Hello, Elena,” he said. I didn’t move. Neither did Damien. Victor leaned forward. “You’ve been busy. Bleeding my accounts, ruining my alliances, even dancing with Nakamura. I expected nothing less.”

Victor worshipped her breasts with slow, greedy attention , licking, sucking, gently biting the sensitive undersides, then returning to pull her nipples deep into his mouth. “You have such perfect tits,” he growled against her skin. “So full and soft. I’m going to spend hours enjoying them this weekend.” He slid one hand between her legs and found her soaking wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside her easily, curling to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her clit. Lena moaned, hips rocking involuntarily against his hand. The guilt was still there, sharp and painful, but the pleasure was stronger. Victor stood suddenly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the b