Victor Reader Novels & Stories

The leather is so warm, like someone was sitting here some minutes ago. I heard footsteps in the hallway, coming down here, slow and measured. Victor appeared in the doorway. He’s in yesterday’s shirt, his hair mussed like he hasn’t slept. He doesn’t look surprised to see me holding the letters. Just… tired. “You read them,” he says quietly. I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. Leaning back against it like he’s blocking the exit. Or maybe trapping himself in here with me.

I sense a little bitterness in his voice. “Lucky kids,” I murmur. “What happens next?” As I ask, I shift my weight forward and move to open the door. “Next,” Victor says, “I kidnap you.” I can’t help myself as I laugh a little at the absurdity of this. I shake my head, looking back at him – Alpha Victor Kensington, crouching in the tiny hiding spot where I used to come as a teenager to read books that my father forbid me to read, where I wrote love letters to my first secret boyfriend.

“Ah, Will, take Mr Gale to the surface before those fucking dragons start getting fire-happy. Thank you.” Will almost choked on his tongue. “Yes sir. How did you - ?” Victor’s smile was wry. “I’m a mind reader, obviously. I get it,” he added turning back to Aislen as Heath followed Will out into the busy operations room. “How having that ability could be a lot of fun.” “Not always fun,” she corrected him. “You wouldn’t believe the thoughts that some people have.”

"I believe I’ve seen your name on the donor plaque. You’re quite the supporter of the arts and education." Victor’s smile didn't reach his eyes. "A city without knowledge is just a collection of buildings, Miss Hale. I like to invest in things that last. Like this library. Or a solid reputation." Renn and Kira stepped up behind me. I could feel his massive presence including the heat radiating off him. While Kira stood with a casual, dangerous grace, her eyes scanning Victor’s suit as if she were looking for a place to slide a blade. Victor’s gaze flickered to Renn for a split second, then back to me. He didn't look intimidated. He looked amused.

"Victor, let her go. This is between us. Take the books and let her walk away." Victor shook his head slowly, his eyes wide and unblinking. "No, I don't think so. I want you to see it, Nikolai. I want you to understand that you never had a chance. You think you’re the hero? You’re just another name on a stone that nobody is going to visit." He held the detonator higher, his thumb hovering just millimeters away from the red button. "One click," Victor said, his face lighting up with a terrifying, manic joy. "One little click, and your ride home becomes your funeral pyre."

Victor just shrugged a little. "It is only bad if you get in trouble." He moved the whiskey around in his glass. "The person is Alex Morgan ." It was quiet for a seconds. Then Chris said slowly. "Alex?" Victors smile got a little bigger. "Yes." He leaned forward a little. "I know you and Alex Morgan have a history." Chris's voice got a little angry. "What do you want me to do to Alex Morgan?" Victor's answer was easy. "Help me ruin Alex Morgan's life."

Chloe Whitmore's jaw clenched tight, her fingers pressing so hard against her tablet screen the glass smudged. "However," Victor added, lifting his voice again. I looked back at the Chairman, keeping my posture rigid. "However what, Victor?" Victor picked up his gold-rimmed glasses and slid them back over his ears. He looked straight into my eyes with a grave, unreadable expression.

He reached under the window seat and produced a pair of binoculars, holding them out with both hands. “Then I’m honoured,” Victor said, and he meant it. Daniel beamed. And then he began with the particular joy of a child who has finally found the right audience to show Victor everything. Every corner of his room. Every book with a cracked spine. Every small and carefully kept thing he had never thought to show anyone else. Victor listened to all of it. He had nowhere else to be.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

And the Duke was no longer certain he could read him at all. ~~~~~~ Aaron found him at the training grounds. Victor stood alone, sharpening his blade, the flat of it gleaming with the firelight from the braziers. He didn’t turn when he heard footsteps. Didn’t blink when Aaron stepped into the circle of light. “Victor,” Aaron said quietly. No answer. Aaron took a step forward. “I read the report. You led the mission well.” Still nothing. Victor’s hands continued their rhythm. Metal against stone. Smooth, even strokes.

“Could it be an illusion?” before Dion leaves the store he was certain his eyes caught a glimpse of the burn mark on her collarbone before he paid for the book and it’s been bothering him ever since he arrived in his office. “Hey Victor” a young charming man with wavy brown locks and tan complexion who seemed to be in his mid-20s reading a book while sitting on the black leather couch located on the left side of the room, “Hhmn? What is it?” it was almost feeble and soft when he spoke but his eyes never left the book.