All I Want Is Everything Victoria Justice Novels & Stories

She needed to pay him back. ‘Whatever comes will come.’ Jasper looked at Summer in surprise because she was embracing him really tightly. ‘What’s wrong with her?’ “Summer, you… I’m not interested in Victoria in any way now. Even if she’s a liar and even if we’re just childhood friends, I can’t watch her die. Take a look at this video.” For some reason, Jasper felt pain in his heart. He hugged Summer and then turned on his phone. Rose sent the video to him. They beat up Victoria and even…pulled out all her nails.

"I'm not running away," I say, my voice finding new resolve as I shut down the computer with swift, decisive movements. "I'm running toward something." Lucas watches me, something like admiration flickering across his features. "And what would that be?" "Justice," I answer simply. "But on my terms, not his. Not driven by rage but by strategy." I pocket the evidence drive, the small action sealing my decision. "Derek thinks he knows me, thinks he can predict how I'll react. It's time to show him how wrong he is."

“After all I've done for you?” Victoria took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But her emotions were already on the edge. “I don't care,” she retorted, her voice firm this time. “You have no right to come here and demand things like that!” Ella stopped walking, her gaze turning sharp. Her face hardened, as if Victoria's words were a slap she couldn't take. “You think you can live comfortably without me?” she hissed, her tone low but threatening. “You're wrong, Victoria. I will be back. And when I come back, you will regret it!”

"I'll call you back." I hang up. Stare at my phone. Liam emerges from the bedroom, still in pajama pants, hair messy from sleep. "Who was that?" "Victoria's dying. Wants to see me. Says she has information I need." He goes very still. "You're not going." "I don't know." "Vi, she tried to destroy you. Spent years poisoning Layla against you, orchestrating your betrayal like it was a game. She doesn't deserve your time, your compassion, or your presence at her deathbed."

This whole mess, and even my daughter's tragic death, was orchestrated by Yvonne from the shadows. Jack seemed like a poor soul manipulated by an evil woman, but he was the real villain. If he had just trusted me more and hurried over when I called for help, maybe my daughter would have had a chance. If he had believed me instead of fighting that lawsuit, the real monster who hurt my daughter would not be walking free today. "Yvonne didn't know it would go this far. The blame is all on..." I cut him off with another slap. Jack's mouth started bleeding.

“And what does that matter?” I paused. What does that matter to me? Her eyes were boring into mine, waiting for an answer. “Th—th—” I stammered. “They’re calling Sebastian Night the ‘Dark Knight’ rescuing his queen—” “But none of that is true, right?” Victoria cut in. She stood up and walked over to me. “You don’t believe she is a queen or whatever the fucked-up media says about her, right?” I nodded. “Use your words, Jason,” she retorted with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Isabella, what do you really want to do?" Isabella, hands in her pockets, casually leaned back. "Bella, do you think I’m happy being married to Nathan, gaining nothing and losing a kidney? Do you think I’ll just accept that? In the werewolf - centered anger and revenge - seeking, this is her outburst." "What do you want, then?" Victoria asked, trembling. Isabella played with her nails, exuding dominance. "Everything that is rightfully mine, I won’t let a single thing slip away. In the werewolf - centered justice and revenge - motivated determination, this is her vow."

Victoria said slowly, "you were useful. Your revenge against Damson's mother. Your livestream. The world became obsessed with you. Everyone was watching you. And while they were watching you, we were moving. We were consolidating power. You were the perfect distraction." Maya understood then. Everything had been part of a bigger game. "So what happens now?" Maya asked. "Now you destroy the evidence. You disappear. You live a quiet life. And we leave you alone." "And if I don't?" "Then Marcus dies. Your son dies. Nan dies. Everyone you love dies. One by one. Until you're alone." Victoria lowered the gun toward Marcus's head. "Choose," she said. Maya looked at the documents in her hand.

one officer said firmly. Alexander stepped forward. "She's confessed to multiple murders and manipulation; take her away," Alexander instructed. As they led Victoria away in handcuffs, Alexander and Roslyn stood united. "Justice will be served," Alexander vowed. Roslyn nodded, her eyes still wet. "For my family, for Michael, for Grandpa Edgar, and for all the lives she's ruined," Roslyn added. Victoria's eyes locked onto Alexander and Roslyn, filled with hatred and despair. She knew she had lost everything: her freedom, her family, and her dignity.

Finally, Helena lifted her glass again, but her hand was just slightly less steady. "You're gambling a lot on a broken girl and her half-dead memories.” Victoria turned back to the window. “I’m not gambling. I’m shaping. Luna is stronger than she knows. When the truth comes out—when she learns that everything she loved, everything she hated, everything she thought she survived… was manipulated from the start?” She turned back, eyes gleaming with vicious triumph. “She won’t want justice. She’ll demand it. And justice, Helena, looks an awful lot like revenge.”