Novel & Cerita Viktor Quotes

This wasn't the first time he had said words like this to me, but I felt emotions in those words as if he could tell I was having a personal turmoil within and wanted to soothe it the only way he knew how to. As I straightened up, Viktor's expression softened, and a warm smile spread across his face. “I'm so proud of the man you're becoming,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration and the smile remained on his lips, his eyes crinkling at that side. “Your mother would be proud too if she were here. You're strong, intelligent, and loyal. You have all the qualities of a true leader, just like your father had always hoped for. Even though you are a Beta, you never let others trample o

Viktor’s laugh boomed—a deep, guttural sound that echoed his Siberian roots. “Full backstory, you say?” Viktor rumbled, stepping closer, his blue eyes cold as arctic ice. He hauled me up by the collar, effortless strength pinning me against the jet’s fuselage. “You think this started with your puny family, accountant? Dive deep, boy. Deeper than you dare.”

"Athena has more honor and integrity in her little finger than you do in your entire body." Gerrat's laughter echoed off the walls, a cruel sound that grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, how noble," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Defending the honor of a lowly slave. Tell me, Viktor, does it make you feel like a hero?"

I stared at him in horror, he spoke about it so calmly as if exile, bloodshed, and violence had simply been another stage of childhood. “That’s horrible,” I said softly. Viktor took another sip of wine. “It made us stronger.” “It made us loyal to each other in ways most people will never understand.” The city lights reflected dimly across his face as he leaned back slightly. “Regret over the past wastes time.” I could already feel the wine warming my body by then, making everything softer around the edges. I wasn’t used to drinking much beyond occasional champagne during family events, and the dark red Shiraz was far stronger than I’d anticipated or maybe Viktor’s voice itself was intoxicati

"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,"

"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."

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.”

“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.