Victor Reader Novels & Stories

For the first time since I met him, he looks at me not as Daniel’s ex-wife, not as a woman he can use to press a thumb into Damien’s chest, but as someone who just dismantled his leverage with a pen and a ledger. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Nora,” Victor says, his voice very low, very harsh. “It isn't a game, Mr. Hale,” I say, looking him right in the eyes without flinching. “It’s just accounting.” Victor doesn't sign anything. He doesn't say another word. He reaches down, grabs his jacket off the back of the chair, and walks out of the library, his lawyer scrambling to pack his briefcase and follow him through the heavy wooden door.

Bradley's words echoed in my mind. I forced myself to focus on the stream again and noticed that the viewer count had climbed past 100,000. How was that even possible? Did top influencers really pull in audiences like this on a regular basis? One viewer in particular, "The Alpha Brat," kept spamming the so-called premium gifts. He repeatedly sent the highest-value tips. I had not seen him pause for even a minute. I checked the tip rankings and saw that The Alpha Brat had already given Victoria 40,000 dollars in total. I could hardly believe it. Victoria had somehow earned that much money in a single livestream.

“Ahh! Brother Victor. No wonder. Brother Victor is so handsome, and it’s no wonder why the girl that he likes is also so extraordinary!” When the other boy heard the name ‘Victor’, he naturally took a step back and drooped a little. Brother Victor was none other than Victor Wright, the vice president of the student union in the Department of Language and Literature. Everyone knew that he came from a very well-to-do family and that he drove an Audi A6. There was not a single person in university who did not know who he was. How could anyone possibly afford to offend him? “Who dares to ask this beauty for her phone number? If anyone can give me her phone number, I am willing to pay you fifteen

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.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was some math problem he half-remembered how to solve. “Just kidding,” he said with a scoff, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Liora, right?” Then he spat on the ground near my feet, scraping it in with the sole of his boot like my name was something dirty. I didn’t flinch. I gave a small nod, barely noticeable, more to myself than anyone else. “We’ve come this far without a single problem, sweet pie,” Victor said coolly, leaning one shoulder against the alley wall. “So can you tell me why the hell haven’t I been credited for the past two weeks?”

“What will happen when people figure out that there’s magic in your blood?” I asked, my voice equally as calm as his... The alpha took a deep swig of his cigarette, blowing out the steam of smoke. It condensed in the humid summer air, carrying the scent of arsenic and nicotine towards me, making my nose itch… “Honestly, I don’t care,” Victor replied, dropping the cigarette stump and squishing it with his foot. “But if Ryan – the real one! – comes back…” He grinned, his wicked smile flashing his white canines. “Give me a hauler, will you? I want to see the two of you fight it out. Especially considering you stole his mate!”

So Victor didn't have to neglect the people around him because he wasn't the only one going through so much pain "I told everyone here and I made myself clear...the birth of my child is the most important...I won't tolerate any mistakes"Victor spoke more coldly as he slammed his laptop hard making a loud noise which made Justin flinch a little knowing full well Victor used a lot of strength fueled by anger to destroy the poor laptop. His eyes were bloodshot red and his breathing was controlled but Justin knew anger when he saw it and Victor was good at hiding it

I inhaled deeply as I listened to Victor read, he looked up at me his eyes unreadable before he continued. He cupped one breast, palming it so the pale globe plumped upward. Her nipple contracted and beaded so tight that it sent tiny shards of lightning through her belly. Then he bent and flicked his tongue over the erect nub, and her knees promptly buckled. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce, and he chuckled lightly as he followed her down.

"Then we will keep fighting." Victor shook his head. "You cannot win." "Then we will die trying." Victor looked at Lily. At her green eyes. "Is that what you want? For her to die?" Rex lowered his gun. "What do you want?" Victor reached into his coat. Rex raised the gun again. Victor pulled out a folder. "The names of every investor. Their addresses. Their secrets. Everything." "Why would you give me that?" "Because I want to live."

A framed print clattered to the floor. “I built this company with him!” Victor screamed, his face inches from Davidson’s, his breath hot with whiskey and hate. “I was there in the dirt and the oil when you were still a bible-thumping boy in Texas! I earned it! You just spread your legs for it!” Davidson shoved him back, hard. Victor stumbled, crashing into a low-slung sofa. The two men from Volkov watched, impassively, as if observing a mildly interesting sporting event. This was beneath their intervention.