Yuri On Ice How Old Is Victor Novels & Stories

“I can handle myself, Killian.” His grip tightened slightly, his expression unreadable. “Just don’t make me regret bringing you here, princess.” Elena’s fingers wrapped around the crystal glass in her hand, but she barely registered the burn of whiskey as it slid down her throat. Across the room, sitting in a private booth surrounded by his men, was Victor Romero. And he was looking straight at her. Her blood went cold. Victor was younger than she expected—early forties, perhaps—but there was nothing soft about him. His sharp features were lined with experience, his ruthlessness carved into his very bones.

Ruby whispered in front of Victor's face with one eyebrow raised. "This fact! I'm a 36-year-old old man now if you get pregnant this year. You'll give birth in the middle of next year, just as I turn 37 and Rune turns 5. And in the following year, Rune will enter elementary school when I'm already 38 while you're only 32 where a woman like you, at that time of the year, is beautiful." Ruby's mouth opened slightly, she could not believe the detail with which Victor said his words without pausing. Has this old man recorded all the text he said in his brain?

My nipples stayed sensitive under my uniform. On the third night Lucas sent the car again. When I arrived at the house, Victor was already there. He was older than the others, maybe early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a strong, commanding presence. He looked at me like he had been waiting for this moment. “Lila,” he said, voice deep. “You are even more beautiful in person.” Lucas and Julian stood back and watched as Victor stepped close. He cupped my face and kissed me. His kiss was different, slower but full of control. His hands roamed down my body, squeezing my breasts through my dress.

The girl glared at Victor, “I’ve told you but you still don’t believe me. Hurriedly go to have the meal.” “Edward is already more than seventy years old, where did he get such a daughter like you? Who are you fooling?” Victor still frowned with a face of disbelief? “One can’t have a daughter in his seventies? Why?” “Because…” With a poker face, Victor did not utter a word for a long time. If others asked this question, it was certain that they were asking nonsense but the girl in front of him was just twelve or thirteen years old, which was an age when one did not know anything. Even if he explained to her, how was it possible that she would understand?

Damon asked. “I have a twin,” Victor revealed leaving us all in shock ! “A TWIN ?” everyone asked in surprise. “Yes. His name is Alexis. We are identical twins and have had similar powers since birth.” “Um-mm sorry to interrupt but what is your age exactly ?” I asked. Victor replied, “Same as your Grandma Lisa’s age but I stopped ageing when I was 22 years old.” “But what about the Prophesy ?” Maelis asked.

Then, we head back out to the fire. “I didn’t know any of that, about your life,” I say quietly to Victor. I think I assumed that his life had been much like mine, or Joyce’s: just a lot of seclusion from the rest of the world. But it explains why Victor is a bit of a marvel, for such a young Alpha. By 19 he had done what others wouldn’t complete by the time they were forty. He shrugs in response to my comment. “I’m sure there’s lots about your younger years that I don’t know,” he says, taking a bite of Ian’s leftover s’more.

he cried hysterically, but none of us cared to listen. I watched everything with cold eyes. I could hear Yvonne's cries inside my mind. It was enough for me to keep it going. "Put it in his mouth," I commanded. "Fuck you, Vladimir!" Victor yelled when he heard me. "I will fucking kill y-" He gurgled when Shun pushed the used dildo into his mouth this time. "Harder," I told him, which he obeyed without a word. Victor splattered as Shun pushed and pulled the sex toy into his mouth as hard as he could. He was groaning. I don't know whether it was in pain or he was just trying to curse me. I don't care.

he said, causing Issac to glare at him. "It's because of you. I told you to delay the match, but you were being a twat!" Issac snapped, making Victor scowl at him. "Why didn't you tell her the truth?" "Then she wouldn't date me," Issac grumbled. "So, she broke up with you now?" Issac's eyes narrowed, "I swear to God, I'd kill you right now if you had spies tailing me-" "Why would I do that? I would never waste my skilled spies on you, twat," Victor retorted in a thick Russian accent.

The realization hit me with every breath. I turned back to Victor, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. He straightened his shirt, a smug, victorious smirk spreading across his face. He knew. He knew I wouldn't touch him while she was watching. He knew he was safe behind her innocence. "Ah, you must have heard the news," Victor mocked, his voice dripping with venom. "The Coach named me the new Captain of the Ice. But hey, man, that’s tough luck about your skates. I heard they were completely shredded in the locker room."

“Have you seriously taken a fancy of him?! You know Ace only has Summer in his eyes, and he won’t fall in love with you!” Victor looked at Ivan and raised his eyebrows. “I like excitement. How can I know without trying?” “You—!” Ivan clenched his hands. ‘You never change!’ Victor smiled. This stinky dog was quite possessive. “I won’t tease you anymore. I remember where I saw this man before...” “What?” Ivan could not react to the sudden change. He was always toyed around by Victor. “Last time, when Summer was being kidnapped, someone gave me ideas...” Victor had no other strengths, but he could always remember the handsome men he met clearly.