Romans & histoires Vim And Victor

she breathed it. “F-ker,” Victor snarled it out and the vindictiveness of his tone when Victor was normally so easy going took her by surprise. “Mr Rich,” he said off phone again, obviously to Vice. “I am going to tear his head off.” “He would just grow another,” Vice replied, his voice close again as he took the phone. “What are you doing, Mirage, right now?” The question was so unexpected that she answered it honestly. “Sitting on the floor next to the bed in the dark.”

So Victor didn't have to neglect the people around him because he wasn't the only one going through so much pain "I told everyone here and I made myself clear...the birth of my child is the most important...I won't tolerate any mistakes"Victor spoke more coldly as he slammed his laptop hard making a loud noise which made Justin flinch a little knowing full well Victor used a lot of strength fueled by anger to destroy the poor laptop. His eyes were bloodshot red and his breathing was controlled but Justin knew anger when he saw it and Victor was good at hiding it

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

His thumb hovered over the screen. “Victor.”

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

My jaw dropped slightly and I looked at both of them, my expression, baffled. "Uh, wait a minute," I placed my index finger in the air. "So your sister, your brother returned and you told me Jack. Vine is over here, glaring, being passive aggressive, sending dirty looks at David and I also don't know at happened. So," I paused. "whatever happened yesterday, I won't tell until you give me explanations." "Oh God," Vine rolled her eyes, her arms in the air before she dropped them and folded her arms. "You're so manipulative and annoying."

Victor Reeves. One line. You have no idea what you’ve started.

Victor's child. The revenge was ripening.

Victor's psychology wasn't in a neat file. It was in the margins of everything she'd written about Damien. The comparison notes. The behavioral contrasts she'd made early in the research when she was still deciding between them as the right target. Victor had been on the list for four months before Damien moved to the top of it and she'd been thorough enough that those four months of notes still lived in the third notebook on the left. She pulled it. Found the page. Read her own handwriting from three years ago. *VL operates from a position of assumed superiority that functions as both his primary strength and his terminal weakness. He does not guard the angles he has already dismissed. He c

I told him I would think about it first. Isabella: Wowwwwwwww, I am happy for you, you are so great and were able to make the mighty vampire prince bend down his head. Thelma's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the phrase 'mighty vampire prince', wasn't that Derek's real identity? Feeling a little suspicious, she typed; "Vampire prince, do you think vampires exist?"