Vim And Victor Novels & Stories

Mauricio remarked nonchalantly "I'm carrying Victor's child…what kind of disgusting man are you" she was in disbelief, Mauricio was a disgusting man "I don't mind…as long as you don't marry Victor…and be my wife," he said tossing the USB drive on the table…Vivie had the urge to grab it and smash however Mauricio smirked and picked it up

My eyes widen when I saw Victor Mendez with 3 other men in suits looking at me smirking. "No.." I said completely in shocked. "I notice that you're the one who won the bidding for FL-2020 and you're.. working for.. ILLICIT." Shit! How did they know? "I'm not working for ILLICIT, I don't even know what ILLICIT is." I said firmly and Victor laughed at my statement. "Nah, you're working close with Adrian, that son of a bitch." Victor hissed when he said Adrian's name. They're rivals and he stole Adrian's idea.

He asked himself as he walked away from all the destruction "What now?" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Victor found a way to give his mom access to a pocket dimension. That's why she can pull stuff out of nowhere despite not having any powers.

The Vampire Lord raised his hand, gathering shadows for a spell. He was too slow. Victor moved faster than I could track. He didn't use magic. He used brute, Alpha strength. He grabbed the Lord’s outstretched arm and ripped it off at the shoulder. SQUELCH. The Lord shrieked—a high, piercing sound. Victor didn't stop. He kicked the Lord’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the frozen ground. Victor planted a heavy foot on the vampire's chest, pinning him.

She took her into her arms and deepened the kiss. One was a kiss with the flavor of ginseng chicken soup. Outside the door, Victor had not left yet. He saw all of this in the dark! "Humph!" Victor sneered and clenched his fists. Stinky brat, you even dared to touch his people! It doesn't matter, let him be proud for a while... When the matter of energy source is over, he will end this stinky brat's life! Let him go to heaven to meet the King of Hell!

I flinched when he crouched on the floor in front of me. “I’m Victor,” he said. I didn’t care. I wanted to get out of here. “It’s rude not to introduce yourself,” he said. “I’m sure you know who I am.” He smirked at me, and it made him look dangerous. Victor had a Scandinavian looking face with high cheekbones and a wide chin. His cheeks were hollow, and his hair was a dirty blond. His eyes were so dark, they looked black. And they promised all kinds of evil. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

“She is lovely inside and out so you boys better be nice. She has been through a lot over the years.” “Vi….Vi….why does that sound so familiar?” Ricky was rubbing his temples. Shaking his head, Victor slapped Ricky on the back of the head. “Probably because we talked about her last night. Vi, short for Olivia.” “Yeah yeah. I got that. It’s something else though.” This time Victor burst out laughing. “As entertaining as this is, I need to go back home. I wasn’t expecting to be out this late. Gentleman, it has been lovely adding your drama to my juicy details page but I will talk to you later.”

A figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and impeccably dressed, with a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Thiago Bermudez,” the man drawled, his tone dripping with false charm. “And the infamous Bridgette Martinez. What a pleasure.” “Who are you?” Thiago’s posture was rigid, protective as he placed himself slightly in front of me. “Call me Victor,” the man said, his grin widening. “But I’m not here to play games. I have something you want.” Victor tossed a USB drive onto the ground. It landed between us with a soft clatter.

I sat in my office for seven hours without living a muscle, just watching the video without taking my eyes off of it. Victor Viper was not joking when he promised Eliot Williamson that he was going to make him cry like a little boy, make him piss and soil his pants. Victor Viper tortured the man who had tried to take his city and legacy away from him, along with his only daughter.

--- ## **THE TEMPTATION** Victor reached into his jacket slowly, carefully, and placed a data drive on the table between them. Aria didn’t touch it. “That,” Victor said, “contains every remaining name. Every route. Every account. Everything.” Her breath slowed. “Why?” she asked. Victor met her gaze. “Because you’re about to make the same mistake Damian did—just dressed in better language.” “I’m not you,” Aria said. “No,” Victor agreed. “You’re worse.” Her jaw tightened. “You believe people can be better,” Victor continued. “That mercy changes systems. That transparency saves lives.”