Victoria Justice In Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

In the vast white space it stood like a spot of dirt in an immaculately clean surface, soiling its pristine appearance. It began giving off energy in wisps of dark smoke, moving in a rather slow swirling motion, which were all soon absorbed by the white space producing what could be considered a floating translucent ball of light. DING!!! A sharp, loud sound once again reverberated across the whole area, sending ripples across the whole space. {System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence.

“Perhaps not. But you’ll soon learn that truth and justice aren’t the same thing.” Annabelle’s fingers tightened around the flash drive. “We’ll see about that.” Victoria’s gaze flickered to her pocket for just a moment before she smiled again. “Be careful, Annabelle. Evidence has a way of… disappearing.” Annabelle turned and walked out, her pulse pounding in her ears. As the door shut behind her, Victoria’s calm expression darkened. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “It’s time,” she said coldly. “She knows everything.”

Unbeknownst to them, Victor didn’t care if Victoria’s root was exposed as it would only drag Vance to his grave. “I will make you pay for it.” Victoria screamed when she saw the news. Vance was still in prison but he managed to ask someone's help to make Victoria regain her sight and have prosthetic legs so she could carry out their revenge.

Victoria remained at Tyler's side, her presence a testament to the strength they had found in each other. Her heart pounded with a newfound purpose as she watched justice unfold before her eyes. The conspirators were bound and escorted away, their faces etched with shame as they were stripped of their rights within the clan. As the commotion settled, Tyler turned to face Victoria, a mixture of pride and concern etched on his face. "You showed incredible bravery tonight. I am grateful for your courage and quick thinking."

Riley's POV Victoria is waiting in our penthouse when we arrive, sitting on our couch like she belongs there. She's perfectly composed in a white designer dress, every blonde hair in place despite the chaos she's helped create. "Riley. Brett." She stands gracefully, her smile cold as winter. "Congratulations on your little victory with Morrison." "Little victory?" I set down my purse and face her directly. "Your partner in crime just got arrested on federal charges." "Morrison was always expendable. A useful tool who outlived his purpose." Victoria moves to the windows, gazing out at the city like a queen surveying her domain. "Did you really think removing one pawn would end this game?"

"I deserve justice! She took everything from me! EVERYTHING!" "Victoria Wellington, you're under arrest," one of the officers said, pulling her arms behind her back and cuffing her. "You have the right to remain silent..." But Victoria wasn't silent. She continued screaming as they dragged her toward the stairs. "I'll destroy you, Serena! Do you hear me? I'll destroy you! This isn't over! It will NEVER be over!" Her voice faded as they took her up the stairs and out of the basement. Ethan pulled back just enough to look at my face.

"Two minutes, forty seconds. Some of them won't make it to the boats in time." Two minutes, forty seconds. And counting. I looked through the window at Eli, then back at the chaos in the corridor, then at Dr. Morrison's satisfied smile. Victoria had won again. Even in capture, even in defeat, she'd found a way to hurt us. To kill innocents. To remind us that she still held all the cards. And somewhere in the harbor, people were running for their lives, racing against a clock that wouldn't stop. Two minutes, thirty seconds.

"It's no excuse for stealing." "Give it up," QuickShot orders, preparing another arrow. She pulls back her bowstring and aims an arrow at the villain. The villain closes his hands as he prepares to charge us, he instead turns around and grabs something. Grabbing what looks like a bunch of long metal sticks, he starts to swing them wildly around. "Watch out," Ms. Justice says, jumping over one of the sticks. Landing on her knees, she brings up her shield and blocks another swing. However, due to the giant's strength, she's still forced back a little.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.

" I smiled lightly at her as my soul slowly disappeared into specks of light. This time, I felt the force that had been imprisoning my soul all along finally vanishing in silence. By the time I disappeared completely into specks of light, Victoria's soul had also returned to her body. The first thing she did when she woke up at the hospital was to call the police. After the investigation, Mike was arrested and sentenced to life in prison for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, Victoria was exempted from prosecution because she voluntarily surrendered and actively cooperated with the investigation. On the day of her release, she brought my urn to the beach, carefully scattering my ashes into the