Viktor Hargreeves Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moment Grace saw Victor Lewis step out of the cab, she dashed forward and gave him a big hug. After that, she whispered in his ear, "I'm really counting on you this time, Victor." "Easy-peasy," Victor calmly replied. "I've already taken care of it on the way here." Smiling, Grace hooked her arms around his. "Really? I knew you were the best." "Such a honey tongue." He caressed her head affectionately. Victor worked at the National Cybersecurity Department and was ranked as the world's number one hacker on the dark web, known as AK.

But we both understood, looking at the document between us, that this could not be ignored. The timing was too precise. The amount too significant. Whatever had happened to Edwin Hargrove nine years ago, this investment sat close enough to his death that coincidence n o longer felt like a reasonable explanation. "We need Reeves," Maya said. "Yes," I said. She was already reaching for her phone.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

a voice called from the shadows. Liam turned slowly. The man stepping out from behind a shipping container was older now, beard streaked with gray, but that unmistakable scar under his left eye made recognition immediate. Dr. Havelock the rogue scientist who once worked for Victoria’s project and later vanished with the files that could have changed everything. “I thought you were dead,” Liam said, his tone even, but his pulse drummed beneath the calm. Havelock chuckled, a low, bitter sound. “I was. At least to the world. But death has a way of being temporary in our circles.” He looked around the empty docks, his gaze restless. “You shouldn’t have come here alone.”

But on my way, I bump into an older man about the age of my father, but he looked sturdy and well-fit. “My apologies, Mrs Elara.” He bows his head, refusing to look at me, and normally, I would brush it off, but the guy felt off. “It’s alright,” Then I stop him with a hand before he bypasses me, “What’s your name?” He raises his head, and my brain scans if I’ve seen him before, but I come up blank. Maybe he’s a recruit for Lucien. “Viktor Halev, ma’am.” “And how did you get in, Viktor Halev?”

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.

“David Hargrove, CEO of Hargrove Tech. How long have you been friends?” “Luke, please excuse Mr. Hargrove. I think he wants to discuss some business. He doesn’t need to know your entire life or resume. Did your fiancée get on her way to manage the Belgrave funeral arrangements? He’s engaged to Sabrina Vines. The Belgrave daughter.” I wished my lunch was something hot and messy instead of a simple salad without dressing. Because I want to have an accidental spill on his lap. “Well, I can’t stay. I’m needed upstairs. I’ll call you later and we can arrange an evening when it’s good for everyone. Nice seeing you.” Luke all but fled.

Aurelia nodded. “Aurelia, meet Evan and Iver Kearney and their mother, Margret,” I introduced. “Thank you, Luna. For saving my sons twice,” Margret said, bowing her head low offering up a pan of… yep, those are brownies based on the smell.