Victor Reader Novels & Stories

He reached for his throwing blades, but they were jammed. Victor made the decision in a split second and reached for Veritás. As it sprouted from the captain’s chest he realized who Victor really was and paled as he died. Victor lifted himself out of the hole and retrieved the blade, cleaned it, and made sure that another throwing knife appeared to have been used as the entire company rushed toward the bridge. Victor noticed a gash on his leg and encouraged the blood to flow rather than stopping it and adopted a rather pronounced limp.

The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole house was trembling with it. “Lana Wright, get out here! If you don’t, I’ll break this door down!” Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened? Even if the baby who died today wasn’t mine, I was still going to get justice for them. When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, Lana shouted from inside, “Stop! If you keep hitting it, I’ll jump!” I was panting from the effort. I turned, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a chef’s knife, and hacked it into the door.

11.45 pm, 30th July. The calendar alert on my iPad beeped as I lay on my bed, engrossed in my favourite Fanfiction on Harry Potter. Fifteen more minutes, and I will be Twenty One! What's the point? Just like every year, at 12 AM sharp, my childhood bestie cum neighbour Vic aka Victor will climb the ladder next to my bedroom and enter my room as if it was his own. He would then wish me and make me cut the same flavourless dairy free cake (I'm allergic to dairy) sprinkled with even more tasteless jokes, as he once again makes fun of everything about me.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

He added, seeing Jin's teasing smile forming on the corner of his lips. Jin cleaned his throat and took another sip from his whisky, trying to hide the fact that he couldn't hold his laugh. "You're an *sshole!" Victor murmured, receiving another glass from the bartender and drinking from it. "Oh, man! That's a first and I can't help it. Victor Reed in love. That's something I never thought I'd live up to see." "Shut up," he growled. "Tell me, who is she? It's not Alana, right?" Jin frowned and made a disgusting face. "Because I can't stand you marrying that snake."

Josh said. "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm already leaving for work. I promised to do whatever you want tomorrow which I'm going to keep to. Go meet Ma'am Ruth, she would read any of the stories you want," Victoria replied. "But I just want you by my side tonight," Josh replied.

“I came to end this.” Victor’s lips twitched. “Pity. Because you’re not going to like what I have to say.” He reached slowly into his jacket—Elena tensed, ready to shoot—but he pulled out nothing but a folded paper. He tossed it on the floor. “Read it,” he said. “Before you make a decision you can’t undo.” She motioned for one of her men to retrieve it. He handed it to her silently, never taking his eyes off Victor.

“Tell them I—” “Tell them yourself,” he cut in gently, and then slipped away like smoke. —---- I found Victor and Victoria curled on the library floor, surrounded by books far too advanced for their age. Okay, admittedly, maybe I had to remind myself over and over again that they are children anymore. Victor was reading quietly and Victoria subtly murmuring over the texts that she was reading. It is something about medicinal plants and the likes. When they saw me, Victor gasped. “Vlad!”

Now, he finally realized that he’s done playing with women, he is now loyal with one girl who doesn’t love him back, and this was Maria Juliet Williams. As Victor continued walking, he stopped when he saw a library. He stepped in here and he couldn't help but be amazed. So many people around are reading their favorite books. He sat behind until he saw a woman reading Paolo Coelho’s The alchemist. The girl dropped the book and Victor saw that it was an Asian woman with blonde hair. They looked at each other and Victor was embarrassed and immediately averted his eyes. “I remember you again, Maria. Your favorite book with your youngest brother James. Okay, get rid of the past. It won't get any

He pointed at the tattooed scar on Victor’s cheeks. “Men didn’t give me that, a lady did and she was your fiancé.“ Victor replied. “Her name was Clarisse and she was just greedy and wanted what she couldn’t have.” “That’s a the most unimportant detail.” Said Alexander, who handed over the second book to Victor. When Victor looked at the book, he recognized it as it was a gift from a rival merchant to them during their early days. He looked back at Alexander and frowned, with the later urging him to open it and look for himself.