Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.”

This had to be the boss. He walked in with a confident stride and took a seat right across from me. For a moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes piercing through me, making my skin crawl. The silence stretched on, my heart pounding in my chest. "I’m Viktor," he finally said, his voice low and gravelly. "Viktor Romano." He got up from his chair and started pacing around the room, his hands clasped behind his back. "You know, Sarah, I’ve never liked this part of my job," he said, his tone almost conversational. "Abducting women... it's not my style."

He didn't look like a father in that moment—he looked like a ruthless businessman about to crush a bug. “You talk about buying people, Carter,” Viktor said, his voice dripping with ice as he glanced sideways at me, standing frozen near the table. “You stand up there judging me for how I live my life, acting like you're so pure.” Carter frowned, his grip on the mic loosening just a fraction. “What are you talking about?” Viktor let out a dry, humorless chuckle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. He looked around at the crowd, then right back up into Carter’s face. “Well,” Viktor said, letting the words hang in the air for maximum damage. “At least I am not paying my

“You don’t say her name to me. You might be the hero to some in here if you open these safes. To me you’re just the fucking creep who made two women starve to save your own neck.” Viktor’s eyes narrowed, that smile shrunken but still there as I made his throat bruise. His perfect, blemish free skin, how easy it would be to take some of the choice weapons from Valdis and make him as fucked up as the rest of us down here. Viktor whispered, his golden eyes revelling in his moment. “They were willing. I never made them do a thing,” he said, “I think that’s what's pissing you off most. They wanted to Dec. They gave…everything.”

The mate bond pulsed. “Rules don’t bend,” Viktor repeated. He ran his finger along the rim of the glass on the desk. “They break,” he said. “And when they do, they take people with them.” He turned on his heel and made for the door. Before he left, he glanced over his shoulder. “Enjoy the drink,” he smiled at me. “Architect of the Games.” Then he was gone. I stood there for a long moment. Then I turned to the monitors.

"This is my war, my fight. Viktor Romanov killed my father—" "And if you keep this up, he’ll kill you too!" Viktoh’s voice boomed through the small space, silencing me instantly. He stood up, towering over me, his face hard as granite. "Do you think your father would want this? To see you throw your life away on some suicide mission?"