Vim And Victor Novels & Stories

Victor, his personal assistant. Himself. My eyes darkened slightly. This changed everything.

His knee bounced a steady rhythm, and his fingers twitched like he was texting in his head. Finally, the door crashed open with all the subtlety of a SWAT raid. Victor stepped in, hood up, eyes fever-bright behind thick glasses. He carried a battered laptop under one arm, cords snaking out of his backpack like intestines. He nodded at Grant, then at me, but didn’t speak until the door was locked and bolted behind him. “Sorry I’m late, Alpha.” Victor’s voice was higher than I expected, almost reedy, like he’d been running on nothing but nicotine and adrenaline for days. “Had to lose a tail.”

Victor's smile widened then he spoke into the mic. “Fine.”

he repeated over and over. He put the snacks on the table and organized them. "Sir," he called, peeking at the prosthetic leg that was connected to his veins. "Sir," he called again. He approached and tapped him. Victor quickly turned his head. "Are you alright?" "Hannah Grace," he said, shaking his head. "Hannah Grace?" Jim asked. "My sister? Have you seen her?" Victor asked, pulling a photo from his pocket. He showed him a little girl. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Victor was sitting at the desk near the window with his laptop open, the glow from the screen reflecting in his eyes as he typed something quickly. “Hmmm… Victor,” I called softly. He lifted his head immediately. His gaze moved from me to Jayden sleeping on the bed and then back to me again. “What is it?” I slipped my jacket on slowly. “I’ll be right back. I have some work I need to handle with my assistant.” Victor studied my face for a few seconds like he was trying to read something hidden between my words. Then he nodded slowly. “Alright.” His voice dropped a little. “Be careful.”

Alex tried to move, but Victor’s grip tightened. “Don’t you dare,” Victor warned, voice low and dangerous. He glanced at his own screen first, jaw tightening, then unlocked Alex’s phone with the code he had already forced Alex to give him days ago. His eyes scanned the messages, and something dark and stormy flashed across his face. “Victor, what is it?” Alex asked, voice shaky. He could feel Victor’s cock twitching inside him, still rock-hard, but the billionaire’s expression had turned cold.

"And what will you use Liona as later?" Victor smiles, a deep and thoughtful smile. “Liona is my shield. Best shield ever. The greatest tool of revenge. " Victor's voice sounded steady, echoing in the living room of the apartment that.

named Victor, the alternate personality. Victor is 60-year-old and a father who believes that he could protect Finn from the other people. He was created in Finn’s mind to get rid of the loneliness Finn had when he was young. Since Finn thought that he lacked affection, an imaginary father named Victor came into his life and vowed to protect him like a parent. However, Victor was a selfish personality. He taught Finn that the only way to get rid of his loneliness is to eradicate those who abandoned him. “V-Victor?” Sorren said in a trembling voice. His hand reached for the telephone, hoping that he would ask for help from the authorities.

Ares. "Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly. It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk. Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes.

Violet interupted, “I don't need your soup. Compared to a weak mortal like yourself, I don't need to eat food to survive. I just eat for the satisfaction sometimes, nothing more.” Alaric rolled his eyes, “Show off.” “That's a fact.” She said as Musa landed a powerful kick on Timi's leg and substituted her punch for her sword as Timi stumbled on the ground, his legs weak. Musa slashed her sword across his shoulder and against his chest causing him to scream out in pain. “The saintess of Lagsu is indeed impressive!” Alaric praised. “You owe me a lot for killing me back then, Alaric.” Violet said, no expression on her face.