Victor Van Dort Novels & Stories

“Look at this Damien. These are not normal cargo logs. The weights do not match the declared goods. Something heavy is moving through Rotterdam under fake labels.” I rubbed my eyes and leaned in closer. The numbers blurred for a second then snapped into focus. “You are right. This is not random. Victor used this port for years. Look at the dates. Every major deal he closed had shipments coming through here. Gold. Art. Even people sometimes.”

"If he is Julian and he survived, he would have gone to the police! He would have filed a criminal report! Why would he walk into a room with Adrian Thorne under a completely different name?" "Then who is he?!" Marcus demanded, trembling. "We are going to find out," Victor said, his voice dropping into a dark, obsessed whisper. His eyes remained fixed on Dax Vance’s back—on the smooth silk velvet stretching over those broad shoulders, on the sharp line of his jaw as he smiled at a female diplomat. For six years, Victor had owned Julian. He had found him boring, predictable, and weak. But this man—this Dax Vance—exuded a dangerous, intoxicating scent of pure arrogance and untouchable wealth t

He shows me the vial of stardust, and he sticks it inside my bra. "There, now you have the stardust.” He says it huskily. “Thank you, Austin.” I say, and grind my ass against his hard dick, making him groan, and wrap his hand around my neck. "Now it's time to show you that I’m the only man that can make this pussycat all crazy.” He growls, slams me against the tree, and crashes his lips against mine.

But even as we celebrated our success, a new challenge loomed on the horizon, threatening to test the very foundations of our relationship. As the dust settled from the battle with Donovan, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of Victor's past. A man named Alexander Petrov, a former business associate, resurfaced with a vengeance. He had harbored a deep grudge against Victor for years, nursing a bitter resentment that had festered and consumed him.

worse by taking it out on him. I winced at the thought and shook my head, “Was this Genevieve lady a witch?” I stared at Dalton as he took another curve like a pro race-car driver with one hand on the wheel and the other on mine. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, “The most powerful witch to have ever existed.” I could feel fear and sadness coming off of him. Which made me wonder what the hell happened to Genevieve. I sat there like a statue staring at the road with the gears turning in my head. This could explain mine and family’s odd ways. The dreams and also being able to pick up on emotions better than the average person. I saw the turn coming up that would take on to the ro

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Music played in the background, adding to the celebratory ambiance of the evening. Donovan stood before the gathered crowd, a smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass in a toast. "First and foremost, I give God thanks and secondly, I must thank my dear wife, Mrs Braide Donovan Garrett," he stated proudly, his voice warm with affection. "Your unwavering support, love, and belief in me have been my greatest source of strength. I am endlessly grateful for finding you." Boma's cheeks flushed with pride as Donovan's words washed over her, and she met his gaze with affectionate admiration. The crowd erupted into cheers, echoing Donovan's sentiments and celebrating the newfound victory.

‌ “Niels Van Dort.” ‌ Gustav muttered the name as he saw his picture closely. His eyebrows furrowed upon noticing that man wore a lanyard with Autoekomsten’s logo over his chest. The gray-haired man smirked. “Oh, so you worked with Kevin as well. Hmmm… this would be easier.” ‌

Victor is not in Italy for years now and his name had vanished at the same time he left the country so what is truly suspicious is that, Victor also got an invitation. "This night is getting interesting," he said to himself before entering the venue without anyone beside him. He thinks that it's best to not let any of his men inside for he doesn't want to be the center of attraction and also, he doesn't want to put a bad impression on Mr. Morales and it will only happen if he presents himself to Mr. Morales off guard. "Mr. Mogilevich," Margarita greeted him. Margarita is the wife of a well-known businessman. He happened to know the woman through their common friends, they got close, did the

"She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. " Douglas closed the file and looked st his boss who was relaxing in his seat with his eyes closed. "So this is the woman who conquered the great David Gandy......... Not bad. " He thought looking at his boss. The door of the jet opened breaking their reverie and David stood up and out if the jet into the SUV waiting for him. "To Oaks Apartment. " He commanded and the driver nodded and drove out of the airport. "Am coming my love........ We have a lot to talked about. " He thought