Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

Short, buzz-cut, and eyes perennating with intense danger. The other one had his back to her, but she could feel his crisp white shirt pressed against his body and the muscles underneath. “Viktor Volkov,” the man with a dark mask seethed. “One and only,” Grace could hear mock in his voice. He draw his gun and Grace saw something glooming out of him that terrified her and she clutched the shirt of the man in front of her whose face she hadn’t seen yet. The man in front of her shifted to hide the scene in front of her.

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor. An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.

That stunt at the club — that look, that tone, the weight of him when he got too close — it stirred things I thought I buried beneath five years of armor and indifference. But this? Sending me stolen intel? That was desperation. The Alpha playing the wolf in sheep’s clothing — trying to remind me of who he was, who I once loved. Too bad I’d already replaced him with a colder version of myself. I sat down at the edge of my glass desk, fingers threading together. The skyline glittered behind me — ruthless, impersonal, perfect. “Call Hargrave,” I told Vera. She blinked. “The fixer?” “No, the other Hargrave. The one who stages political coups for fun and clears federal messes in under twelve hou

He said, giving me his warning, letting me know that this was not something that he liked. I clenched my jaw, but nodded. I wasn’t afraid of Giovanni Lockhart, but I wasn’t an idiot either. The man wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He was ruthless, calculated, and the fact that he had even allowed Lysandra to remain here as long as she had was a miracle in itself. But now, he was coming. And I had a feeling things were about to get messy. *********************************************** The sound of tires crunching against the gravel outside the packhouse pulled me from my thoughts. I stood at the entrance, watching as the sleek black car rolled to a slow stop before the doors opened.

"Greta can you hear me? it's Maja, I'm not with the group right now, I'd to do something to contact you, it's too risky in there,I contacted the chief and he got me in touch with Jamie and Micah" " Hmmm"Greta hum and took a sip of the wine. " How's this possible?" She face Boyce. "The wine is great" "Jamie is an hacker and the best at that, we both know that and Micah has the world best softwares,it wasn't easy but we got through at the end, listen there's an error and I think triplicate might figure it out faster than we all thought" "Do you mind if I take you out sometime soon?"Boyce said startling Greta.

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“If this is true—” “It is true,” I interrupted, holding a letter written in dark blue ink. “Look at the signature. Look at the date—three days before the accident. This is no coincidence.” The letter was written by someone named Victor Harrington—Kaelos's father's younger brother. His uncle. Flashback - Ten Years Ago Victor Harrington sat in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town, waiting impatiently. He was a middle-aged man with ambitions greater than his abilities—always living in the shadow of his successful older brother, Alpha James Harrington of the Nightveil Pack.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.