Viktor Trivia Answer Novels & Stories

“Who?” I sighed. “That’s what I thought at first too. But Viktor isn’t just anyone. He’s powerful, and he’s dangerous.” Beck still looked confused. “And that explains??” Zahra’s grip tightened around her glass. Ria and Kian exchanged a look but said nothing. Kia, the only child in the room, tilted his head. “What’s a Viktor?” I almost smiled, but the weight of the conversation kept me serious. “A very bad person.”

However, a split minute later, he fell silent. Viktor turned to Cia who was kneeling behind him. "Mom," he called. "Where's Dad?" Cia is silent. He turned towards Vasilio who was approaching them, then took a deep breath. "Uncle Rogers..." Cia hung his words for a moment. "He is Vasilio Heraksel. He is your father." ***

“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.”

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

He knew I was alive. “But you see,” Viktor continued, circling Damian slowly, “you disappeared. Again. That was rude.” Damian coughed, his head lolling forward. I leaned closer to the phone, heart hammering. “Where is Elena?” I whispered to the screen. Why Damian? Why not her? Then Viktor chuckled. “This one?” He shoved Damian’s chin up. “He’s bait. Temporary.” My breath hitched. “Elena Blake,” Viktor said softly, almost lovingly. “Now she… she is the prize.”

"For the deal, sure. But I think I deserve more." "You think?" "After all," Viktor continued, blowing out smoke, "I did keep quiet about that girl. Your precious little whore. What was her name again? Ah... Nirvana." Lucian's hand moved fast, but RAyNe stopped him. "Don’t." His voice was a low growl. He stepped forward. "Say her name again and I’ll rip your tongue out." Viktor grinned. "I never forgot how she cracked my head open in that club. One second I was about to have her, the next…bam. Blood. Lights out. And what did you do? Nothing. You let it go. For what? Guilt? Love?"

“Being young and hopeful?” “No,” I said too quickly. “Liar.” He smiled. I set the glass down. “What do you actually want, Viktor?” His gaze held mine. For a moment, his charming smile slipped. “I know what you did,” he said. “You interfered in the games. You visited a participant and then you put out a fire on the ridge.” I swallowed. How did he know that? No one knew that. I’d deleted the footage. Viktor leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

His phone buzzed He froze. On the cracked screen, a name appeared that made the air around them colder. Ryan’s stomach twisted. “You’re not answering that.” Adrien already had. “What do you want?” Viktor’s voice slid through the line smooth, calm, almost affectionate. “To see how you’d react.” Adrien’s grip tightened on the phone. “You set the trap.” “I offered you a lesson,” he said, amused. “You still haven’t learned which pieces to sacrifice.”

"Actually you can." Viktor was the first to climb up the skyscraper after Ezra fired his bullets at Mr and Mrs Louise. While Ezra was busy chasing Mila and stopping her from babbling in the lobby, Viktor parked his car in front of a closed hardware store, then he ran up the bank through the fire stair. If Ezra can sneak in and trick the security guards watching football at the post, so can Viktor. He tried to scan around the rooftop to find evidence left by Ezra. He thought that the bullet shell that Ezra accidentally left behind could be strong evidence to send Ezra to prison.

"My father and the summer he never talked about." She handed him another plate. "I can't know for certain," she said. "Not without asking him. And even then" "He'd tell me," Viktor said. "He's a complicated man but he doesn't lie. If I asked him directly he'd tell me." He paused. "Whether he knew about you I don't know. I don't think so. But he'd tell me what happened." "Will you ask him." He was quiet for a moment. "Yes," he said. "When I get back. Before Lagos." He paused. "He deserves to know. Whatever happened, whatever the truth is he deserves to know that there's a possibility." He dried the plate. Set it down. "And if it's true"