Victor Reader Novels & Stories

"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 and brought out his hand for a handshake. ""Nice meeting you too," I hope we get along, Victoria replied and moved on to the next person, without taking his hand. "You are looking so gorgeous HR. "I'm sure God perfectly moulded a goddess like you on Monday, the first day of his creation," another Handsome young man in early thirties complimented which left Victoria blushing, but she didn't stop and walked past him. "I'm victor, We have similar names which makes us even and a perfect match, please let's rub hearts together," another man said which made victoria giggle.

“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.

After almost four days in Canada, Victor finally returned to Boston by taking a flight at night using a private plane, his hand holding a tablet, and reading the news that was trending this week. Reading trashy articles about his engagement made Victor feel sick; they wrote articles as if Victor were the main character who ruined his engagement. "We're here, sir." The voice of his driver made Victor stop reading the news and throw his tablet to his left. The car had passed through the main gate of Antony's mansion. Victor got out of the car after the door was opened by his driver.

"If I scream, my mother and brother will be in this room in five seconds." ​Victor didn't flinch. Instead, a faint, chilling smile touched the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, placing one hand flat against the bookshelf beside my head, trapping me completely in his shadow. ​"You could scream," Victor murmured, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the morning weather. "You could tell your mother that I am looking through your father's private files.

----- POV: Adrian Knight Victor appears in his office doorway at nine-fifteen on Monday morning with his clipboard and the expression of a man who has been waiting for the right moment for some time and has decided, with complete certainty, that this is it. “Do you have fifteen minutes,” Victor says. Adrian knows, from eight years of working with this man, that this is not actually a question. “Close the door,” Adrian says. Victor closes it. He sits. He does not open the clipboard. He sets it on his knee and looks at Adrian directly, which is how Adrian knows this is personal and not professional, because Victor always opens the clipboard for professional. Always. Without exception. The clip

“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.

“Oh, but you will. Because if you don’t… your mother dies. And everyone will finally know who runs that dirty little gossip blog. All your secrets… gone in one click.” My stomach dropped. He had everything. Victor stood up and walked closer, towering over me. “There’s a man I need you to get close to. His name is Ryder West. I want everything. His secrets. His weaknesses. Every dirty little thing you can find and deliver him….to me.” I stared at him, my voice shaking. “Who… who is this Ryder West?” And then, my eyes widened as I realized the exact man Victor was talking about. One of the guards shifted behind me, his boots scraping loudly against the dirty floor.