Viktor Quotes 소설 & 이야기

“They are telling the truth. Viktor popped them before they uttered a word.” I run the tip of my tongue across my top teeth as I spin around and face Viktor the shithead. “What is the meaning of this?” “I'm not following you, boss.” He replies. "Karım tehlikede değilse neden onlara vurdun? [If my wife wasn't in danger, why did you hit them?]” I inquired in his mother tongue. "Şansa bırakmak istemedim. Onlar yerde benden daha iyi. [I didn't want to leave it to chance. They are better on the ground than I.]” He openly declares, obviously looking out for number one, himself.

“I’ll try my best.” “Something tells me you don't mean it,” Viktor smiled. I nodded. “Glad you know.”

He shakes his head slightly. "Well, I second the break-up idea." I walk over to scoop up my jeans where Kadeem tossed them. "I can handle pain just fine, too," I say airily. I pause, trying to look smart and contemplative before I recite something that popped up on my social media feed that morning: "'What is to give light must endure burning.'” He blinks at me. “That's Viktor Frankl," I add haughtily. He scrutinizes me, then casts me a wry look, before sitting down to put on his shirt. He mumble-sings something as he does.

Darius, “I told you, man. You just don’t know when to quit.” Viktor coughed through the dust as he planted himself out of the wall. He dusted his body and cracked his back. “How about you head back down,” I repeated. Viktor smiled at me, “Sure.” He climbed the window, “No hard feelings but how about we spar sometime soon, Your Highness?” He looked back at me for a response but I stared at him with a frown. “I will take that as a maybe,” he smirked as he hopped off the window.

Being delusional is a choice. Viktor: I can't get it out of my head, no matter how I try. It's frustrating. Me: Same here. Viktor: You kissed someone? What? Panic alarm raised in my head. I quickly typed. Why did I type that? Me: No, I was trying to understand what you meant. Viktor: Okay. I don't know if she liked me or was only using me. Me: Then ask her. He hesitated before typing back. I don't know why.

Why in the world did I have to share that right here and right now? As Viktor and Pandora looked at me incredulously, I cleared my throat and said, "I'm just saying. Fighting's just... no women did that." A silent moment passed between the three of us, and Viktor finally spoke up again. "Do you just accept any bullshit they tell you?" The backhanded comment stung. "It's not like that." "Then what is it like, Lena?" His tone reminded me of an instructor's, a tone you take when scolding an inept pupil.

She was courageous, intelligent, and lethal—a power to repair or destroy anything. I recalled Viktor's earlier remarks about her questions. "She has the temerity to pose too much," he had remarked. And now, with that initial blow, she had proved that she would go no further. I could not help but feel a spark of admiration, even as I steeled myself to the danger that she posed.

“Count it. It’s all there.” Viktor didn’t move toward the money. Just smiled. “You know what’s funny?” he said. “I don’t actually need your money.” Penking’s blood went cold. “Then what is this?” “This is me reminding you. That you’ll never be free. That your past will always come back. That no matter how far you run, how much you change, you’ll always be the man who built an empire on blood.” “I know what I was. I’m trying to be someone different.”

In his heart, he felt as though he had disgraced his homeland. Waiting for him near the entrance was his master, a tall man with graying hair. The master’s sharp eyes softened as Viktor approached, clearly burdened. Placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, he spoke firmly yet kindly: “Viktor, just because you lost does not mean you failed to prove your worth. Your worth is measured by how hard you try, and in this moment, you give it your all. Besides…” His voice lightened slightly. “You still have more matches, don’t you?”

he demanded. Viktor hesitated.“Not here,” he said. Ruin’s jaw clenched. “Speak.” Viktor shook his head slightly. “If I speak in front of everyone, it accelerates it.” The room stilled again. “Accelerates what?” I asked. Viktor looked at me with something that almost resembled regret.“The collapse,” he said. Ruin stepped forward again, fury reigniting.“Do not play games,” he warned. “I am not,” Viktor replied. “There is someone above the Bratva pulling strings.”