Viktor Trivia Answer Novels & Stories

"These are the major players who will likely be at the club tonight. People you've dealt with before, people who are watching to see if you're still the same Xenois Kingston they remember." The first photo showed a man in his fifties with silver hair and a sharp suit. "Viktor Kozlov," Dmitri continued. "Russian arms dealer, specializes in Eastern European military surplus. You've had business dealings with him for years—mostly information trading. He respects power and despises weakness. When you see him, you need to be confident, almost aggressive. He responds to dominance." "Got it," I said, studying the face and trying to imagine interacting with this man.

Viktor stared at the screen for another second. Then he lifted his hand slowly. His men lowered their weapons. “Call off the shooters,” Viktor growled. Draven nodded once toward Gerald. The screen went black. The boy disappeared. Viktor’s breathing was still ragged. “You made a mistake tonight, King.” Draven replied calmly. “You started this mistake.” Victoria stepped closer to Viktor. “This wasn’t the deal.” Viktor’s glare turned toward her. “You dragged me into a trap.” Victoria’s expression hardened.

“The ones that are required of me? Yes.” Adrik nodded. “Ever been to Russia?” I glanced over at him with a disapproving look on my face. “Adrik.” He squeezed my thigh without looking at me. What was wrong with him? Why was he asking all these questions? Matteo blinked. “No.” “Shame. It's a beautiful country. Brutal winters, though.” he leaned back casually into his seat, his eyes now fully on Matteo. “Do you know a man named Viktor Pavlov?”

“You’ve been incredibly quiet since your Mate Bond Sighting, and you’ve been actively avoiding me. Is there a reason? And don’t tell me it’s nothing when I know you by now.” Viktor’s eyes remain on the road and I see his jaw working; clenching and unclenching, but I give him time to think about what he’s going to tell me. Everyone in the family knows how sensitive the mate topic is to Viktor. He sighs and white-knuckles the steering wheel. “I guess you can say I’m terrified,” he finally answers. “Tiarin gave me a mate whose name basically means the same as Ilya’s name. He’s of an enemy pack and doesn’t trust me - it’s all just giving me déjà vu.”

I leveled Victor with a chilling glare, "What if something happens to you because you took away the memories of your actual motherfucking Queen?" Victor blinked at me once, then twice, probably taking him by surprise with my sudden outburst, "Would it matter to you?" Was what he chose to ask me instead of answering my question. "Do not answer my question with a question," I huffed in annoyance. "I think I'm going to go..." "Oh no you don't," Victor fisted the back of Quade's t-shirt as he began to leave, yanking Quade until he was standing beside him, "you started this so you will stand right here."

“And don’t try to lie to me. I’ll know.” The man swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “My name is Viktor,” he stammered, his gaze flickering nervously. “Viktor Novak.” Lucifer smirked, taking a step closer. “And how did Gregory Barysh find you, Viktor?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air. “How did he bring you into his twisted world?” Viktor hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “H-he found me years ago,” he finally answered, his voice trembling. “I was... desperate. Needed money. Gregory offered me a way out, a place in the Shadows.”

Me: A date Viktor: Men hardly play games. He must have meant a date. Was he friendly, overly friendly or flirty? I took time to go over everything he did or said. I could not find anything that was directly flirty. Me: He teased me and said he would see me later. Viktor: Sexually? Me: No Viktor: It's a tricky. Are you seeing a mathematics teacher why is he so complicated? I can't even figure him out and I am a guy.

I walked in and found him waiting—black coat, silver hair, a chessboard set up on the altar. “Alessia,” he said. “Or should I say… daughter of the blood war.” I didn’t say anything—not yet. He pointed to the board. Two pieces stood side by side. A Queen. A Bishop. “I’ll give you a choice,” Viktor said, grinning like the devil he was. “One piece walks out. One piece burns.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do they represent?” He shrugged. “That’s for you to decide. But if you choose wrong… the next piece off the board is Luca.”

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

Valor POV “Viktor, this is tricky enough. Enough pranks. And I won't watch you continue to lie to me. Because I don't even have time for this. Because I caught you in your stupid trick of using Emily to make Dimitri depressed, to bring him down, and to push him backwards in everything. Now you're telling me he was the one. We had always been trying to figure out his identity. He is the lord of the underground mafia world. It is not possible. It's enough with your rubbish lies.”