Novel & Cerita Viktor Reznov

In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience. The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks. “Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position. Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.

All three of them turned when he walked in. Selene's eyes went straight to his face, reading him the way she had been reading him since he was a child. "Well?" Damon moved to the bar. Poured two fingers of whiskey. Drank half before he sat down. "Well?" Selene repeated, quicker. "I met him," Damon said. The room changed. Mira sat up. Aria looked away from the window. Selene put her wine glass down. "And?" Selene said. "His name is Volkov. Viktor Volkov." Damon turned the glass in his hands. "Eastern European. Old money, old connections, old enemies. He's been at war with Craven for four years."

I looked at the photograph. At the shoulders. At the initial. V. Viktor Volkov had been twenty years old in the summer of 1991. Before the company. Before everything. Before anyone knew the shape of what he'd become. I sat in the Islington café and held a photograph of my mother and a young man whose face I couldn't see clearly and felt the world do the thing it had been doing to me at intervals for three years reorganising itself quietly around a fact that had been true the whole time, waiting for the moment I was ready to see it.

The results I was working for had finally shown, and I was going to enjoy that moment, no matter what. I smiled at Declan as he shook me vigorously. What he didn't know was that Vincenzo was still out in the wastelands, plotting his revenge on me. He also didn't know that the burnt head in his courtyard belonged to Denzel, who had failed me.

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.”

"Based on your description, we have a possible match. Viktor Orlov. Former GRU. Connected to multiple black operations in the nineties. Dropped off intelligence radar twelve years ago. Presumed dead or deep cover." "He is not dead," Hope said with certainty. "I would know. Men like that do not just die quietly." "What makes you sure?" "The way Marcus talked about him. With respect. Fear even. Marcus was not afraid of many people. But Viktor made him careful. That means Viktor had power. Resources. Protection. People like that do not disappear unless they choose to." "So he chose to go underground." "Yes. And if he is behind this, if he is funding Volkov and running this operation, then this

Victor commanded. "I do not know much. Nobody does. He is a ghost. Former Russian intelligence. Built networks across Eastern Europe after the Soviet Union collapsed. Expanded into America through West Ark. Uses the Reyes family and other organizations as infrastructure while staying completely hidden." Carlos pulled out his own phone and showed Victor a photo. "This is the only picture anyone has of him. Taken maybe ten years ago. He could look completely different now."

They were all waiting, lined up like soldiers. Four people. Two women. Two men. Plus Viktor’s right-hand snake, Aleksander. I’d done my research on him, charming smile, deadly hands. The kind of guy who’d flirt while picking your coffin. And thensugar-coateds. Viktor Dragovic. Standing tall at the top of the steps like some mafia king. Black clothes from head to toe, silver rings on his fingers like trophies from the people he’d destroyed. And those cold gray eyes locked right on me.

Her dark lipstick was highlighted as though she wanted to look tough which she was… The strange woman raised her hand before fisting it into a punch, ceasing every rogue from attacking our men above. “Let me introduce myself,” she began, a smirk playing at one corner of her lips. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft… and also, Selene’s sworn enemy.” Recognition dawned on me that this woman was the same woman we’d heard talking to Levi. What the hell? If this Goddess was in love with Levi then who exactly was Levi?

Having nothing better to do or think about, I picked up the first book titled ‘Renaud pack’s Rise and Fall’ which was written by Al Mauvin. ~~~~~ ‘The Renaud pack came into existence a few decades ago, when Bernard Renaud decided to go rogue after rebelling against his pack leader, who, some say, was his father. While meandering on the land, he gathered several other rogues who later became extremely loyal and skilled members of the pack. Bernard Renaud was a handsome alpha and a notorious one at that. During his reign, the pack saw a steady rise in strength and popularity which did not stop even after his demise…’