Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

"Always the tactician. Always thinking three steps ahead." David emerged from the tent, his weapon raised. "Hello, Viktor." "David. You look older." "You look uglier." Viktor laughed, a sound devoid of warmth. "Twenty years of hiding in the shadows will do that to a man." "Twenty years of murdering innocent people will do worse," David replied. "Innocent?" Viktor scoffed. "There's no such thing as innocent, David. There are only predators and prey. You taught me that when you chose your American dream over your family."

He shook his head again for 'No'. "Neither do I." I sighed. Would things be easier if I had found my mate? Most likely. "If someone told you to toss your mate to the side for more power, what would you do?" I found myself asking, even though I knew he wouldn't answer. I could feel my face heat under his gaze. His eyes seemed to be roaming my face, searching for something. "Fuck power." Viktor's deep voice replied, nearly making my jaw drop. His voice held a slight accent, something rough and guttural. It only added to the intense attraction I seemed to feel towards him.

I continued, locking eyes with Viktor. “Try me, Viktor. Fucking try me.” Viktor just stood there, his cold gray eyes studying me, calculating. And then, he gave a slow nod, like I’d just passed some unspoken test. “The Revenant has risen,” he said, his voice flat, almost impressed. “Damn right I have,” I muttered under my breath. And this time I wasn’t here to haunt anyone. I was here to fucking burn the world down.

he said looking me in the eye “but have you ever heard of the saying, ne sudi o knige po oblozhke?” “Never judge a book by its cover” I said raising an eyebrow. “You understand Russian” “YA dolzhen eto tvoyemu bratu” I owe that to your brother. Viktor simply smiled and nodded in response before his expression returned to that of being serious once again.

Apparently this family specialized in confusing pairs of things that looked similar and weren't. Viktor came out from the courtroom a few minutes later, having stayed behind to speak briefly with the prosecutor. He found us where we stood. "You came," he said to me. Quiet. "Your mother asked." He looked at Natalia. Something passed between them not words, just the kind of look that happens between people who've spent a difficult morning in the same room and are both still standing. "Thank you," he said to her. "For being here. For staying."

She paused as though she wanted to get a response . “I would rather go back into my room, have a cool bath and retire for the day with high hopes that you didn't poison the Meal.” Viktor exhaled deeply looking out to the sky. “I've waited for years…” he said calmly. “Another night wouldn't kill. So take your time. I'll work at your pace. Just don't forget there's a man here, desperate to have a chance to tell you that he wasn't utterly evil…” He paused and took a step closer. “And maybe when you hear my side of the story, I'll have even the tiniest chance to win you back to me ag—”

I chuckled, being reminded of the little rascal I have in the shape of a woman. "Well you don't know how hard it is for me to stand by the side and watch her every day, trying something new to take your life. And I couldn't interfere because you said , and I quote, ‘don't interrupt my little wife when she wants to do something to me.’" I laugh harder this time. Momentarily forgetting my work. "How many times have I escaped death, Viktor?" I asked, staring at him. He creases his brows and then answers; "Like thirty times? I don't know, uncountable," he shrugged. "And you're still just thirty one." He grumbles.

I was a mistake, an anomaly and it made my heart ache. I could not stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks, they just kept rolling down in heaps and I felt like I was so close to wailing. That was when Viktor suddenly crossed over to my side of the car, grabbed my cheeks gently with his good hand and made me look into his golden eyes. "So what if you weren't supposed to be born? Who cares? Screw them. It's their loss for not realising how amazing you are." I widened my eyes at him. "H— how can you say those things? You don't even know me."

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.

"What?" "Do it again and we won't wait for the tombola," he smirks at me. "Uh, do you have an inexhaustible source of sexual vigour or what?" I roll my eyes but giggle. "It must be the chocolate," Viktor shrugs. "It's an aphrodisiac." "You say that about every food," I look doubtful at him. "Then it must be you who does something to me," he says and throws me a mischievous wink while pulling his cup of hot chocolate next to his lips.