Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.

“Until they become a risk to Jayden or Winona.” “Oh, of course,” I sneer. “Because God forbid I ‘risk’ your precious boss's life with my very existence. You don’t know anything about me, Viktor.” “I know enough,” he says, his tone maddeningly even. I laugh, the sound sharp and bitter. “No, you don’t. You know what you think you see. A screw-up.” His lips press into a thin line, but his eyes remain steady on mine. “Mistakes have consequences. You’re living proof of that.”

However, Viktor was not someone who could just accept all those insults. After taking a few deep breaths, he said coldly, "I've definitely underestimated you, but don't think that you won’t ever lose just because of that. I'm just a small part of the Chaos Continent. There are plenty of geniuses other than me. One of them will defeat you! I only lost to you once. There's still a lot of time. I'll win eventually!" After he said that, he took out four million spirit crystals and handed them to Dan before turning around and walking out of the Projne area. He did not even glance at the eastern area, probably because he felt like he betrayed their hopes, or maybe because he felt like it was incre

“Look at me.” He steeples his hands together in front of his mouth and Kai sighs. “Viktor, I understand the gravity of what you’re saying, but rest assured I do not love you any less nor do I think of you as any less of a man than me or Kon,” he says, placing a hand on young Viktor’s shoulder. “You’re still my little brother, no matter what your preference might be.” Young Viktor’s bottom lip trembles and he blinks his tears away. “Do you…do you really mean that, Kai?”

Before he could answer my question, Viktor stepped slightly in front of me again. “You don’t speak to her.”Viktor thundered. “You’re becoming emotional again, and that has always been your weakness.” Roger said calmly while observing Viktor. “And you have always underestimated what I’m capable of.” Viktor replied but Roger smiled faintly at that. “And you. I expected something better from you.” Roger said, looking at Leon this time. “I disappoint people professionally.” Leon replied looking unbothered. It amused me to think that with guns pointed everywhere, sarcasm was still surviving apparently.

“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?”

The second time he said it, his voice shook slightly and that finally made Lukas look over. "I've watched you since the day we met," Viktor continued quietly. "Every practice, every match, every loss and every win." He smiled softly. "You always think your value begins the moment you're the best player on the ice." Lukas looked away again, something big crawled up his throat as he struggled to speak. "I don't." "You do." "I don't." "You lost one game today." "...Five points." "You lost one person." "...Five times." "And somehow you've never convinced yourself you lost who you are." The words landed harder than the game ever had. “You think you're a failure.”

Sergei The phone creaks in my grip. My knuckles have gone white, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I register the sound of plastic beginning to give way under pressure. The muscles in my jaw work like I'm chewing steel. "You're bluffing." But even as I say it, uncertainty gnaws at my chest. Viktor's many things— a coward, a snake, a worthless piece of shit— but he's not stupid. And he's patient. He's the kind of man who would spend months setting up the perfect strike.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.

Not now, not when they had come this far. “We’re not afraid of you,” Alexander repeated, his voice unwavering. “We’ve already won.” Viktor laughed, but it wasn’t a sound of triumph. It was bitter, like someone who had realized they were losing their grip on everything. “You think so? Then come and prove it.”