Viktor Quotes Novelas e Histórias

“Another crazy girl who thinks Kael belongs to her.” Kael chuckled at that, leaning back in his chair. “It's a curse, I won't expect you to understand though, it only placed on hot men.” Viktor scoffed, rolling his eyes away. “And that has given you a bitch.” “She's ballsy,” he muttered. “I almost wish I had married her instead.” His words stung. I clenched my jaw but said nothing. Viktor looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we are in?”

“Well, look at you. Didn’t get yourself killed.” I shot him a glare, still too shaken to respond. He let out a low laugh, pushing off the car and walking toward me. “I’ll give you credit. You’ve got more guts than I thought. But don’t get too comfortable. Moretti’s a coward, but not everyone in this world is.” “I know,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. Viktor raised an eyebrow, looking me over like I was some interesting experiment. “So, what’s the verdict? He paying up?”

"Anyways, I want her and I can't do it without your help," "Are you talking Marcus's mate?" Viktor asks in disbelief. "Yes, that's what I said," Viktor sighed thinking what's this new headache and he's not interested at all. He nodded his head, "Please don't ask this kind of favor to me," Viktor refused without caring about the consequences, what this ghost might do. He sat on the couch looking at Daven's calm face. "Why are you refusing such an easy job? I thought you're much more capable than just making strong weapons,"

Screens around him showed live feeds of the mountains, the roads, the whole world watching. “You came alone,” Viktor said, voice smooth and cold. “That’s either brave or stupid.” Cedric aimed the gun, finger steady. “It’s determined.” Viktor leaned back, a slow smile spreading. “You’re just like me, you know. You’ve killed more people than I have. You’ve destroyed more lives. The only difference is, I’m honest about what I am.” Cedric’s finger tightened on the trigger. “I’m not like you. I fight for something.”

“She said she didn’t tell anyone. Clearly, that’s not true.” "I don't even remember telling Viktor, honestly." I turned to Viktor. “And can you stop? You’re not helping.” He gave me an innocent shrug. “I’m just saying, when you care about someone, you notice and remember things.” Ivan stood straighter. “I care.” Viktor raised a brow. “Do you?” “Oh, for f—” Rafael muttered, rubbing his temples. Ivan stepped forward. “What exactly are you trying to do, Viktor? You trying to prove something here?”

"If you leave me here alone with him and I die, I'll haunt you." A grin spread across his face. "You've already threatened to haunt me." "And I'll keep threatening you." "I'll survive." "I hope every cup of coffee you drink for the rest of your life tastes burnt." He placed a hand over his chest. "That's evil." "I know." Damiano chuckled quietly before pointing toward a chair close to Viktor. "Just sit down and talk to him. You might actually like him." I looked at Viktor. Then I looked back at Damiano. Then I looked at Viktor again. "I'd rather chew glass."

“You took one of my people. I want to know why.” Viktor exhaled a slow stream of smoke and leaned back in his chair. “Your people?”he mused lazily. “Let me think,” he drawled lazily, while trying to appear like he was thinking hard. He finally snapped his fingers “Ah, yes. The woman. Pretty thing. Loud mouth. Hot stuff. She has quite the mouth on if you know what I mean,” he added suggestively. “Always had a way of getting herself into places she shouldn’t.”

Then he cleaned the cut on VIKTOR’s head. Viktor hissed but did not move. "You are hurt bad," Julian said. "Why did you jump? The fire." "I told you," VIKTOR said. His eyes opened a little. He looked at Julian. "I do not let you die." Julian stopped cleaning. He looked down at VIKTOR. The fire made VIKTOR’s face look gold. He looked like a warrior. "You are stupid," Julian said. "A hero is stupid." "Maybe," VIKTOR said. He reached up and touched Julian’s face. His hand was warm. "But I am your hero."

(You have some nerve coming here) Viktor said. “YA skazal vam ne nedootsenivat’ lyudey Mitcha. YA takzhe skazal tebe pozvolit’ mne zabrat’ yeye. No ty ne poslushal.” (I told you not to underestimate Mitch’s men. I also told you to let me take her. But you didn’t listen.) “Tak pochemu ty zdes’? Chego ty khochesh’? (So why are you here? What do you want?) Ivankov asked.

"Getting old is hell. Everything hurts all the time." "You're sixty-two, not ninety," I pointed out. "In this business, sixty-two is ancient," Viktor replied. He took a sip of his vodka. "Most men in our world don't live past fifty. The fact that I'm still breathing is either a miracle or a curse. I haven't decided which." "Why are you up?" Natasha asked.