Invincible Principal Winslow Novels & Stories

“I’m nobody but a little principal of an academy that has been dominated… But, you people have slandered and framed my woman, so all of you deserve to die. Not to mention annihilating a few bugs like you, I’d even fight the entire world! So what?” When Principal Lewin said that, he released the aura on him. The boundless power covered the entire conference room. Everyone felt a sense of powerlessness, as if they were in the endless deep sea but there was nothing that they could rely on, so their heart sank straight to the bottom. Smack! Principal Lewin grabbed that person’s uncontrollable body. When he raised his arm and landed his palm, the person’s head immediately burst. It was cruel, dec

She had been through hell twice, her mental state was as battered as her body. She now remembered everything that had happened to her in West. Her father was in tears as she narrated her ordeal. Frost swore to kill Damont with his bare hands. If he hadn't been on vacation in West County at that particular time, Vinca would have been dead by now. Harris turned to Frost and was about to kneel down before him in gratitude but Frost held him up just in time. He was much younger than Harris and it would be disrespectful for him to accept such a gesture.

It was Principal Sterling. “This race has ended.” His lips curved into a soft smile like he was trying to keep the peace. “Violet Hastings is the rightful winner. She and Team Kylan will be escorting me on the trip ahead, and that is final,” he declared. “Now everyone, please make your way back inside!” After the principal’s words, students started heading toward the gates at once. As I turned, Wes lifted his free hand off Cassian’s back and gave me a small thumbs up. Then he winced as Cassian shifted his weight against him.

The idea of this model looking prisoner having a 'crush' on her was ludicrous but it still brought a reaction. However, Seth's reaction was much more different to hers as he stepped forward and delivered a powerful right hook to Frank's face. The sound it made on impact made her wince and look away from the violence. "What's going on here?!" A prison officer barged his way through the crowd and finally reached them. Daisy smiled, seeing that it was Dave. He looked at her warmly as she peeked out from behind a person but frowned when he saw who her saviour was and scowled even further when he saw Frank knocked out cold.

It was a small, windowless box with a scratched plexiglass divider and a bolted-down table. Soon enough the door on the opposite side opened, and Sebastian Winslow stepped in. He looked smaller than I remembered. The orange jumpsuit hung off his frame, and the handcuffs clinked with a heavy, rhythmic sound as he sat down. His hair was a mess of unkempt white, and his skin was the color of old paper. He took one look at me and let out a dry, rattling scoff. "Avina," he said, his voice a rasping shadow of the booming baritone that used to terrify me. "You’re the last person I expected to see before they throw away the key. Come to gloat? Come to watch the old man wither?"

However, Winslow was unlucky and pulled down the slope by his man. Meanwhile, Larissa and Vincent watched the meteor shower and went back to bed happily. The villa was in chaos, with everyone running around like headless chickens. It was almost until dawn before Winslow and his unlucky unfortunate men were rescued. Winslow's face was bruised, and his leg severely twisted. His man was in even worse shape as his eyes were swollen shut like red chili peppers, covered in blood, and unconscious. Having escaped in time, Nina only suffered minor scrapes. She clenched her teeth, furious at Winslow's incompetence.

The parents gasped collectively. “That mafia principessa aura is terrifying!” “Anthony really had everything and still ruined it. He deserves it!” “Smack.” Alessandro slammed a document onto the table. “This is the high-interest loan contract personally signed by Anthony.” “With the compounded interest, current principal and interest total…” Alessandro glanced at the numbers, his tone terrifyingly calm. “One hundred and thirty-seven million.” I turned the document toward Fiona and pushed the livestream camera right up to her face. Then I tapped heavily on the final clause at the bottom.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

"You're all going to die!" He raised his cane and pressed a hidden mechanism, firing a poisoned needle at Carl. Carl's eyes were calm. With a flicker, he dodged, then strode over to Winslow, his voice hoarse. "Very few people have ever tried to attack me—because they're all gone now." Winslow's face darkened. "Do you know who I am? I am..." "I don't care who you are." Amelia stepped closer, her voice icy, her eyes devoid of warmth. "You tortured girls. Tonight, you'll pay the price."

The burning liquor spilled over my bottom lip, running down my chin and soaking into the collar of my unbuttoned shirt. I leaned closer to the monitor, my chest heaving as I looked at the leaked paparazzi photo from the High Council news. The screen illuminated the dark office with a harsh glare. In the center of the photograph, Silas Winslow stood next to a beautiful woman wearing a heavy black coat. The headline above the image read that the Polar Claws pack had finally revealed the hidden heir of the North, Victoria Winslow.