Victorious Mbti Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 16 VICTOR’S POV I'd always been a patient man. It was one of my greatest strengths—the ability to wait, to watch, to strike at precisely the right moment when my enemies least expected it. And right then, sitting in my spacious office overlooking the city, watching Marcus Reid lay out photographs and documents across my mahogany desk, I felt that familiar thrill of victory even before the game had truly begun. "Tell me everything," I said, leaning back in my leather chair, fingers steepled under my chin.

Victor's psychology wasn't in a neat file. It was in the margins of everything she'd written about Damien. The comparison notes. The behavioral contrasts she'd made early in the research when she was still deciding between them as the right target. Victor had been on the list for four months before Damien moved to the top of it and she'd been thorough enough that those four months of notes still lived in the third notebook on the left. She pulled it. Found the page. Read her own handwriting from three years ago. *VL operates from a position of assumed superiority that functions as both his primary strength and his terminal weakness. He does not guard the angles he has already dismissed. He c

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.

"Alright, we're back here..." She raised her arm and said, "Here, there is a copy of you! I know, this is your purpose! You are the most vicious person I have ever seen... for achieving your goal! Victor, that idiot, is indeed not as good as you! Compared with you, he is not smart enough. More importantly, he is not cruel enough!" Victor's ruthlessness was all on the surface. As for him, he looked like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but in fact... he was like an inch of frost!

I said. Victor laughed. "I am pragmatic. There is a difference. Monsters act on emotion. I act on strategy. Everything I have done was calculated to achieve specific outcomes. Nothing personal. Nothing cruel for cruelty's sake. Just efficient." I stood to leave. "I will never sell to you."

The crowd erupts in a small chain of laughter and Sophie's proud face was all I could remember. "I am a victim of abuse and I use 'am' instead of 'was' because even now, even when I'm happy and overall healthy, there was times and things that cause me to relive through all those memories that should've been long forgotten. I won't say anything about what actually happened, you can find it on the internet. I've looked myself up too, the information is pretty accurate," my hands tremble with every word but I stay rooted to the ground and continue speaking.

"You're not worried." She signed: "I'm alert. That's different from worried." She paused. "Victor is doing what Victor does — finding the most sophisticated available mechanism for managing a situation he can't fully control. This is not the same as winning. It is the behavior of a man who knows he can't win and is extending the process as long as possible." He: "Why extend it if he knows he can't win?"

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

In a sense, he only made use of Victor a little. Victor was the type of person who felt extremely insecure and lacked love. For Ace, everyone was vulnerable, and he could make use of each of them. “Do you know why I'm here today? I want to hear your analysis. There’s a reward if you get it right!” With a smile, Victor reached for Ace’s glass of wine and helped himself to it. “Hmm, not bad.” There was no change to Ace’s expression. He did not seem to want to take back his glass either.