Novel & Cerita Victor's Village Hunger Games

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri

Stacy mocked him despite dense drops of salty sweat going down his face. “Ha!” chuckled Victor, clearly impressed with his behaviour. “You've got balls. You gave Patrick the gun and pushed him into an attempt on my life. If it wasn't about me, Stacy, I would even drink your health.” Victor's eyes narrowed as he watched Stacy, his amusement fading into a steely expression. Stacy held Victor's gaze, unflinching, despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The underground room they stood in felt even smaller than it really was, as the tension between them thickened.

victor said staring into my eyes he was not the victor who comforted yesterday and I again felt scared of him and I didn't wanted him to punish me so I quickly went and sat on the table The maid served me the breakfast but there was no space in my stomach for cereals But I tried eating and thankful I at least finished hafe but I knew victor won't let me go until I finish all those It took me almost 15 mins to finish the cereals and when I looked up everyone was already done and was looking at me I felt confused and asked "what happened?" and instead of replying they all let out a laugh except victor who still had his cold poker face and I also join them laughing

Chapter 70: Silent Pacts The faint blue light from the laptop screen flickered across my face, casting shadows along the cracked walls of my room. Mimi sat beside me, legs crossed, clutching the edge of her oversized sweater like it would somehow shield her from the conversation we were about to have. Victor's face appeared on the screen, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. The scar running down his temple looked deeper under the dim lighting—like the weight of the clan had carved itself into his skin.

“And when we get out of this, you owe me dinner.” “What?” He shrugged. “You make terrible life choices, and I still show up. That’s friend-of-the-year behavior.” I cracked a small smile. “You want dinner or a medal?” “Surprise me.” Soon we got there. We stepped out, the door creaking louder than it should have in the stillness. Victor adjusted his jacket and looked at me. “You ready?” I nodded, eyes on the building. “Let’s bring her home.” Because sex was all Jamie had ever been.

The flight to Australia took me away from the places I had known, leaving my past in the clouds. Goodbye, Victor. We shall never meet again. The next day before the wedding, Victor realized he could not reach me no matter how he tried. He instantly abandoned Rachel in her wedding dress, running straight for the hospital. All that awaited him was a long-empty bed. Victor ran around the hospital like a madman, searching every room for his precious Nina. “Nina Morgan, come out! I’m begging you, this isn’t funny!” Victor searched the whole hospital to no avail, then he broke the speed limit to rush home. Of course, there were no traces of me left for him to find.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

There was only a mouthful of fresh water left in it. "Victor, everyone collected that rainwater together. If you drink it all yourself, what are the rest of us supposed to do?" I gripped the gunwale and stood, my voice hoarse. "Who the hell are you to lecture me?" Victor sneered and wiped the muddy water from the corner of his mouth. "A useless fish-farming student isn't worth a damn in the apocalypse." He stepped forward and pointed at my nose. "My fists are bigger, so I get the last of the water. Got a problem with that?"

I hated saying that. It was like I was already giving up on her. "AHHHH," I cried. "How could you leave me like this Sar, how?" I cry onto her, her blood covering my top but I didn't care. "Miss, you cannot be close to the victim," I ignored him- hanging onto the body like if I were to let it go, an entire brighter side of me would die. She was the brightness, that only happy side that existed because she was the one who believed in happiness.

I’m as useless as Ace at this moment. Victor leans close and lowers the gag from my lips with a warning glare. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve cost me?” I clench my jaw with a stubborn glower. “Maybe if you’d stop trying to kill me, you’d be fine.” Victor’s upper lip curls with disdain. “I wouldn’t be such a bitch to me if I was you. Especially now that I have the upper hand. Now, I have some questions for you, and I’d appreciate a proper response. You don’t want your little friend here to suffer for your stupidity, do you?” He emphasizes his statement by pushing Ace hard against the table. Ace’s panicked eyes widen as he struggles beneath Victor's hold. My eyes tear up at the sight of