Viktor Trivia Answer Novels & Stories

Phillip is starting to panic; I can see it in his face. "I don't know the answer to any of those questions," he admits, his voice soft in the room. From beside me, I hear Trick's voice. No one has told him he can speak, but that's never stopped him before. "Her favorite color is pink, she plays piano like nobody's business, Tux is her cat, and she lives in her Converse. You should be ashamed of yourself for having this kid at your fingertips and not taking the time to get to know what an amazing little girl she is."

"Now guess." "I don't know. Sherlock Holmes?" "Be realistic please." "I don't fucking know!" "Darek." "You keep on telling me to- what did you just say?" "What I just said." She grinned. "You mean to tell me that-" "He's with Sarah." I said. "Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh! Oh my beloved Lord! It's a miracle" Vine squealed and I squealed with her, jumping up and down.

Then he cleaned the cut on VIKTOR’s head. Viktor hissed but did not move. "You are hurt bad," Julian said. "Why did you jump? The fire." "I told you," VIKTOR said. His eyes opened a little. He looked at Julian. "I do not let you die." Julian stopped cleaning. He looked down at VIKTOR. The fire made VIKTOR’s face look gold. He looked like a warrior. "You are stupid," Julian said. "A hero is stupid." "Maybe," VIKTOR said. He reached up and touched Julian’s face. His hand was warm. "But I am your hero."

he says, voice slick as oil, “what the fuck am I supposed to do with you?” I drag in smoke, let it fill my lungs, let it burn. “You want the truth? Viktor’s not just running product. He’s cooking up something that’ll kill thousands. He’s using the labs to make a virus. He’s got the white book. He’s got everything.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he continued his circle, his gaze never leaving me. "What answers?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Viktor stopped behind me, his voice cold and laced with venom. "Lucas is playing a dangerous game. And when men like him play dangerous games, people get hurt. People die. I want to know what he’s hiding. What does he think he can protect you from? Because I’m telling you right now, nothing will save you from me." My breath hitched. "You’re insane." Viktor chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "Am I? Or am I just more honest than you’re willing to admit?"

Viktor’s laugh boomed—a deep, guttural sound that echoed his Siberian roots. “Full backstory, you say?” Viktor rumbled, stepping closer, his blue eyes cold as arctic ice. He hauled me up by the collar, effortless strength pinning me against the jet’s fuselage. “You think this started with your puny family, accountant? Dive deep, boy. Deeper than you dare.”

Viktor Svyatoyvich? Russian’s richest arms/weapon lord. What in the hell? “Does my face and name ring a bell?” “How are you Selena’s father?” I asked with a glare. Viktor Svyatoyvich has quite a dangerous reputation and how in hell is he even related to Selena. He is from freaking Russia! Although there was a news of Viktor, years ago about losing his wife and his daughter missing. I read about it. I read about him.

A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor. An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.

Chuckling to myself, I know my brothers will hate this. But just as I think about them and how I’ll face them, I hear a commotion at the front door. “I’m fucking telling you I had the same dream. The Goddess and Viktor were here!” My heart sinks when I hear Kai and I feel a tear slipping down my cheek. “I had a dream as well, but that gave you no fucking reason to drag us out here, Kai!” Nikolai grumbles. “Viktor is dead, I’m sure it’s nothing-”

Screens around him showed live feeds of the mountains, the roads, the whole world watching. “You came alone,” Viktor said, voice smooth and cold. “That’s either brave or stupid.” Cedric aimed the gun, finger steady. “It’s determined.” Viktor leaned back, a slow smile spreading. “You’re just like me, you know. You’ve killed more people than I have. You’ve destroyed more lives. The only difference is, I’m honest about what I am.” Cedric’s finger tightened on the trigger. “I’m not like you. I fight for something.”