Victor Van Dort Novels & Stories

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

Still, no matter how many nightclubs he opened, how much he gave to charity, or how often his company showed up on lists of preferred employers, people still saw him as a billionaire/womanizer. “Not bad for a Thursday,” Victor said to Dustin, one of his best friends, and definitely the best bartender he had ever met. He was sipping the soda Dustin had handed him. Dustin finished preparing a Dirty Martini and a Negroni Sbagliato and handed them off to a waitress.

The two men that stood next to me on each side would notice in an instant. “ I would like to thank you for the wonderful challenge you have given me, little one.” He smiled sitting on the chair behind his desks. My memory of him, time must not have done him good. Not sure how old he was but now he looked as if he was in his early 60s. His hair is grey and his face has gained a few wrinkles. I don’t know if he does much training either because it looks like he’s gained some weight since the last time I saw him. They bonded my wrists together with a zip tie the moment I walked through the door. Tugging on my shirt at the bottom I try to fix it to where they can see him as well. He stares at me

God, I hated being bugged, but it was still better him than Helen. "Fine," I grumble and the door opened and he entered. He cleared his throat before he crossed the room, still dressed in his work uniforms and gestured to the bed with his hand as if asking if he could sit. "Sure, why not?" I say grumpily. Victor sat on the edge of the bed and ran a stubby hand through his short messy brown hair. He wasn't very short but he wasn't very tall either which left him somewhere around five feet nine inches. Victor was a bit bulky, from all the workouts he did but the look was ideal for him. Most women would say it made him look more attractive, but it just made him look okay for a guy his height.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

I muttered impatiently. "Yeah, Thomas." "Meet me at Thompson's. Hera is there, and Dale is in cahoots with Valir. He's the one causing all the chaos with the shops and the attempted kidnapping." "Valir? Wasn't he your stepbrother for a brief period?" Gelo inquired. "Yeah, and now he's got a vendetta against me." "I'll bring backup," Gelo hung up as I arrived at the Thompson estate. The gates were open, Hera's car parked inside.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

She further said, the beta of the pack had chosen it and not Arthur himself. “Beta? Who is this Beta?” I asked. “Oh the Beta?” she asked back with a shy giggle. “Yes, who is he?” “He is Dennis. He is the strongest of all in the pack...well after the Alpha and I think he is the most handsome of all werewolves...” she added dreamily. I could tell she was in love with Dennis with the way she spoke of him and the way her eyes glinted as she spoke.

As soon as Diana entered, he contacted Cedric. “How did it go?” [The man in whose picture you sent me is named Robert William, a construction worker. He has a criminal record for domestic violence and was divorced from his wife just one week ago. However, before the divorce, he applied for mediation but it was unsuccessful because his wife was traumatized that she would be abused again]. “Is there any more info?” [I'm sorry, that man's wife is mute. He is currently being processed by the police. I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves.”]