Victor X Yuri Lemon Novels & Stories

The days in the Omega quarters were still passing by slowly and by time. I kept my head down during the day, scrubbing floors and washing clothes like a good little Omega. But, every night I trained in the woods with Nyx to keep my strength growing intact. My body kept growing stronger. My shift came faster. I could feel the power forming inside me like a storm about to burst. “Do you remember,” Nyx said. “Laman got angry at a toy and his tiny fist cracked the wooden crib in half.”

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

Without a second thought, Leo’s fist connected with Victor’s jaw in a brutal, unrestrained blow that echoed like a warning. The sharp crack of bone and flesh silenced the air for a moment that made Victor stumbled back and his lip splitting but instead of collapsing, he gave a low, bitter laugh while blood was trailing at the corner of his mouth. “You really don’t change, Leo,” Victor sneered while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Quick to throw punches when you can’t admit you’ve already lost. Tell me…” his eyes flicked toward Alisa, “are you afraid she’ll choose me over you?”

Kay smirks, "now leave before I take a knife and chop off your dick." "Seriously?" Leon asks looking at me. "Is that the only word you know?" I ask and he glares at me. "I'll shove it down your throat so it comes out of your ass," Kay says and grabs his arm. She drags him to the doorway and crosses her arms over her chest, "now leave." He rolls his eyes at Kay before he makes his way up the stairs. "Good now that he is gone I have a little something to share," Kay smiles as she sits on a bar stool. I look at her with a raised eyebrow as I grab the pancake mix off the cabinet. "I may or may not have hooked up with Victor."

He tilted his head, studying me like I was some math problem he half-remembered how to solve. “Just kidding,” he said with a scoff, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Liora, right?” Then he spat on the ground near my feet, scraping it in with the sole of his boot like my name was something dirty. I didn’t flinch. I gave a small nod, barely noticeable, more to myself than anyone else. “We’ve come this far without a single problem, sweet pie,” Victor said coolly, leaning one shoulder against the alley wall. “So can you tell me why the hell haven’t I been credited for the past two weeks?”

I sat in my office for seven hours without living a muscle, just watching the video without taking my eyes off of it. Victor Viper was not joking when he promised Eliot Williamson that he was going to make him cry like a little boy, make him piss and soil his pants. Victor Viper tortured the man who had tried to take his city and legacy away from him, along with his only daughter.

she said softly, helping him up without another glance at Victor. She turned with Damien leaning on her slightly. Victor reached out, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Lyriel..." he called, shaking his head. But she pulled her arm free, not even looking at him. "Don’t." Damien glanced back over his shoulder, his lip bleeding, but his smirk returned. Then he winked at Victor. Victor blinked, jaw tightening in disbelief as he watched them disappear into the hallway. He slumped back into his seat, eyes still wide, knuckles clenched against the edge of the table. His cheek still burned from Lyriel’s slap, but it wasn’t the pain that got to him, it was the humiliation.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That question only deepened when a new alert lit up the grid. “Incoming encrypted message. From: Victor Lang. Priority: Black Level” I opened the file. A video flickered to life —Victor, seated in a high-rise room bathed in sunset light. Calm. Unbothered. Triumphant. “Hello, Elena,” he said. I didn’t move. Neither did Damien. Victor leaned forward. “You’ve been busy. Bleeding my accounts, ruining my alliances, even dancing with Nakamura. I expected nothing less.”

Seeing that she did not move, Fremingo leaned into the carriage and looked at her again with deep eyes. Yuri was more upset, reluctantly moved in and let him sit in. "The cream in cream soup uses lemon juice to remove the smell, not white vinegar!" Yuri was unhappy. By implication, who is jealous? Fremingo smiled low for two times. Looking at her angry appearance, he actually felt she was a little cute. He really wanted to rub her into his arms Yuri: "..." Fremingo explained, "I'm not interested in her. I saw her because of her medical skills..."

Victor said firmly. Leo whipped around, his eyes narrowing. “So, you finally decided to show up,” he sneered. “You think you can just get in here and take her from me?” “I’m not thinking, Leo,” Victor said, stepping closer. “I’m telling you: let her go, or you’ll regret it.” Leo’s laugh was hollow. “Regret it? You don’t scare me, Victor. You’re nothing.” Without another word, Leo attacked at Victor, with knife. Victor dodged the attack; his movements were swift and precise. He grabbed Leo’s wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the floor.