Victorious Cell Block Novels & Stories

“You won’t like the consequences.” I held his stare. “Good thing I don’t play by other people’s rules.” The guard behind me hissed under his breath, like I’d just signed my death warrant. Heller stiffened. But Graves? He didn’t even flinch. His eyes—cold, steel blue—glinted with something I couldn’t place. Interest. “Escort him to Block C,” Graves said finally, turning away. “Solitary wing. Cell 14.” Heller blinked. “Sir, Block C’s usually for disciplinary—”

“We fight together. As family. For the first time. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. The one who paid the right people? The one who made the merger collapse on purpose? He wanted ValeTech? He wanted control? And now he has the contracts? The emails? The bank records? He’s been feeding Victor everything? The reforms? The changes? The board votes? He’s been on his side the entire time? He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? Mom, you’re safe. We defend the penthouse. Together.” Their mother fired back. “Victor is my half-brother. The real threat. The one behind everything. The merger collapse. The board. The kidnapping. Everything. The f

If you need anything, I'm here to help! Everyone gave me encouragement and support. With that powerful backing, I had my injuries re-examined and filed an appeal. The countless needle marks across my body and the knife scars along my lower torso were still visible even after all that time, and when the doctors saw the patchwork of wounds, they gasped. Finally, with overwhelming evidence, the Court of Appeals handed down its verdict: Claire was sentenced to 11 years. Later, I heard she was bullied daily by her cellmates in prison.

Truly small. "I need a phone call," I shouted, standing up and kicking the heavy metal door. The "clack" of my expensive Italian leather shoes against the steel felt hollow. "I have rights! I’m an executive at Mercer International!" "You’re a resident of Cell Block C, Vance," a guard’s voice echoed back, bored and flat. "Shut up and sit down." I sank back onto the cot. My lawyers weren't answering. Grace’s father had blocked my number the second the news of the "security breach" hit the wires. I was alone.

Victoria “ How was it, heiress? Did you already talk to him and let him succumb to your authority?” Alpha Zac voice broke out in the middle of the cell as soon as I walked inside and shove myself in the corner of the cold-hard wall. The warriors of their pack don’t need to seek me inside of this cell. I hope I hadn’t left this four-corner jail and hadn’t learned the truth.

The guard put the phone down and turned back to us with a grin. “Valcoin has cleared you,” he said. “Stokes is in the last cell at the end.” I smiled and nodded. He reached and pressed a button that opened the outer door to the cells. I smiled again and headed through the door with Marcus on my heels. Once we were inside and the door clanked shut, a second door opened and we headed through it and it clunked shut behind us. There was a long, dark hallway, and I turned to Marcus and smiled.

Chapter 4: Power Reversed Lockdown hit the block hard after the yard incident. Rival crew from D-Block had drawn blood, forcing the entire C-Block into cells for the night. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows down the tier. Most inmates stayed quiet, but in the Warden’s private office, a reinforced room just off the main control area, the air was thick with heat and anticipation. Marcus Kane had summoned his favorites. Jax, Rico, and Darius stood before his desk, their jumpsuits already half-open, cocks visibly straining. The Warden sat back in his chair, his legs spread wide, the massive bulge in his pants impossible to ignore.

When he finally drifted back to sleep, a single tear slid down her cheek — not from pain this time, but from hope. Later That Night Victor sat cuffed in a reinforced cell beneath Graves Enterprises' private facility. His face was bruised, but he smirked through bloodstained teeth when Reid entered. “Ah. The dog returns.” Reid didn’t rise to the bait. He simply pulled up a chair and sat across from him. “You lost. Badly. Killian survived. Dante’s wavering. Your empire is burning.” Victor chuckled. “You think it’s over because your boss survived a flesh wound?”

He has a smirk in his lips while they are dragging him and he wanted Nicholas to see it. He may not planning of killing him but he wanted him to know that he is someone he shouldn't mess around with because he was the person who killed his friends, all of them. The other men opened the cell for him then the two men that was holding him pushed him inside of a filthy cell. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath when he can't even lift himself up. "You'll stay here until Mr. Mogilevich tell us what to do with you. For now, just enjoy in the four corners of this stinky cell," said one of Vincent's men before they closed the door, leaving him with not a slightest light coming through the room.

Never In Line. “Tell Sterling, I want to talk to him!” “I want answers!” “I want to know!” Melvin’s screams echoed in the narrow cell of Fort Calder Military Correctional Facility — a place designed not to break bones, but to break minds. “Tell him! I want answers!” Melvin had been locked up in isolation for three days after he went head-to-head with Victor Kline. Nathaniel Thorne truly was calculated, putting him in a prison cell together with Victor. From what Melvin had heard, his wife, Jean, was in the same cell as Vanessa Holt in the women’s wing.