Viktor Trivia Answer Mga Nobela at Kwento

Milka replied "Stupid woman" said Victor then hugged Milka who lay surrounded by Santos and Juan. It can be seen that Vika is approaching Viki's twin on the arena and then puts Viki's hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok ?" Vika asked "How could I lose easily" replied Viki "Stupid, you're too reckless this time and almost underestimated your enemy" Vika said but Viki just smiled and soon he said "But at least I entered the next round just like you" Said Viki who then laughed

Chapter 168 The tip of Viktor’s combat knife was a cold, silver promise against the pulse in my neck. One twitch, one flicker of the wrong emotion, and the "Rai Kirov" project would end in a spray of real blood on obsidian floors. "I’ll ask you one more time," Viktor whispered, the blade nicking my skin. "Who are you?"

“Then what do you want?” Viktor’s voice became quieter. “I want to control you, and I want to know where your strength lies.” Ruin laughed weakly. “That will never happen.” Viktor looked thoughtful. “You might reconsider once you understand the truth.” “What truth?” Ruin asked. Viktor glanced at me again. “The truth about Elara.” My chest tightened. Ruin’s eyes darkened. “You already tried that game.” “Yes,” Viktor replied. “And now I will finish it.”

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.

Me too, I actually wish that we can remain in this position forever. “What was your childhood like?” I can't help but ask. I really don't know anything about Viktor. Except for the fact that his name is Viktor Ivanov, he's a single father and is in the Bratva. There is nothing that I know about his family. “Normal?” There is an unsure look on his face as he replies and I bring my hand up to his nipple which I begin to caress slowly and for a while, I will trail my fingertips over his upper body.

Of course he was. “And this power, how do you intend to help me get it?” A moment of silence stretched between us. Minutes passed and he still stared at me absentmindedly like he was in deep thought. With a heave of a shaky breath, he rose from his seat as her ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “The pakhan of Russian Bratva. Viktor Nikolai Advik.” The glass in my hand shattered, my blood trickled down my clothed thigh, my eyes stayed widened and unblinking and I remained unmoving.

** I smiled despite everything. “You’re making a mistake,” I told Viktor. “Damien Voss is still alive. And he’s going to enjoy tearing you apart when he recovers.” Viktor raised his gun. “Wrong answer.” Before he could fire, I dropped to the ground. Gunfire exploded from the shadows behind me. Rico had disobeyed orders and brought men anyway. Chaos erupted. I rolled behind a container and came up shooting. Viktor roared and charged at me with two of his men. I shot one in the knee. The other tackled me hard, slamming me into the ground.

I can't say it. "To what?" Margaret whispers. "To suicide." The word hangs in the air like a death sentence. The room goes silent except for the beeping of my heart monitor, which is racing now. "Viktor's Anna," I continue. "The woman he loved. Her father was Josef Novák. He owned a small biotechnology company in Prague. Revolutionary research. Three generations of work." I look at Margaret. "I wanted his patents. He wouldn't sell. So I destroyed him."

" This is my girlfriend, Viktor, so if she's my girlfriend, how can she also be your girlfriend ?" Viktor, at that moment, was already breaking a sweat. He worked for Hendrik and knew exactly what he was like, but he truly had no idea that Freya could be dating someone like Hendrik it didn't really fit her style, since he had picked a fight with the wrong person, leaving him with no choice but to confront Hendrik who was more like a tiger than a jaguar.