Victorious Cell Block Novels & Stories

"They wouldn't leave us here. Wouldn't let Victoria win." Gunfire erupted above us. Loud. Close. The assault had begun. "Hold on," I said to Em. "Just hold on. They're coming." "I'm holding," Em replied. And in the darkness of the cell, I prayed she was right. Prayed Bull and the others could get to us in time. Before Victoria finished dealing with them. Before she came back to complete what she'd started. Before we ran out of luck entirely.

He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it. Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.” I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.” “Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.” For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.

### I woke in a cell. Stone walls. One flickering light above me. Chains bolted to the floor like a threat. There was no clock. No sun. No sky. Just days bleeding into nights, bleeding into more silence. Food that barely qualified as edible. Water that stank of rust. They didn’t beat me. That would’ve been too obvious. Too easy to prove. They broke me differently. The way Victor spoke. The way he made promises he never planned to keep. “You think anyone’s coming for you? A girl like you, abandoned once already? You were born to be sold.”

“And we win...” I nod, my wolf growling in agreement as I prepare for what’s to come. The enemy may have come for Victor, but they’ll have to get through us first... Victor’s voice carries through the tense silence of the cell, dripping with mockery and smugness. "I told you they would come for me... just hope it's not her... otherwise, you're going to be in for a very, very big surprise..." he says, leaning casually against the back wall of his cell as though he’s the one in control. As he speaks, I can't help but squint my eyes at him, trying to figure out who exactly it is he is talking about. His dark eyes gleam with twisted satisfaction as he tilts his head, a small smirk tugging at his

Shadows moved down the corridor like they obeyed him, and then he emerged. Victor. He had dark hair slicked back neatly. His sharp black eyes scanned the cell, settling on me like a predator admiring his catch. The guard who had remained bowed slightly. “Alpha Victor.” Victor said nothing to him. He didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on me and only me. He finally spoke, voice smooth like oiled steel. “You’re awake. Good.” I straightened as much as the chains would allow. “Come to gloat?”

The loud women shouted out loud on top of their voices from their cell blocks. Christina and Nancy walk into the cold corridors to the cell blocks with preying eyes wide open on them. They reach cell block 101 and stop, " open cell, 101." Nancy spoke into her walkie-talkie once again and the steel metallic door opens up. "Get in. And remember keep your things to yourself." Christina hesitantly gets into the tiny three-wall cell block and turns around to face Nancy, who then closed the metallic door in Christina's face. She sighs heavily then slowly veers around to check out her new room which had a single metallic toilet in one corner and a single bed on the other side of the wall. The walls

"Miss Nathalia Trace, you may go." The door to the white cell that I was in opened and in came a man with a white bob cut hair. After the fight broke out, everyone was brought to a cell to supposedly calm us down. The cell has 4 walls - one was made out of thick acrylic while the 3 remaining ones were made of white metal along with the floor and ceiling. I winced and clutched my bandaged head. We were all treated and questioned during our stay in the cubes. I guess they were still looking for the traitor within the ranks.

"You'll never be able to prove anything! I will always come out on top!" Roman smile was cold, calculated. "We will see about that, Victor. we will see about that." The group entered the cell block, the sound of chains, clanging bars and murmuring prisoners filling the air. Roman's eyes scanning the area, his gaze settling on a particular cell. "Put him in there," Roman said with authority, his voice firm. "And make sure he is secured." The guards nodded almost immediately, dragging Victor to the cell. They tossed him inside, the door clanging shut behind him. Victor's face twisted in rage. "You will pay for this Roman! You will pay for betraying me!"

"I need to learn. What is our next mission? Is it at the pier or joining the Narcotiics entrapment operation with the Bureau?" "I'll handle the entrapment. Just you and Liam at the pier. We have to blow up that ship but the soldiers might still lose the fight. The terrorists use more high-tech," Victor explained. "But you also need a companion, sir," Liam replied. "I can fight alone. Trust me..." Opening Victor's laptop, a headline about gunshots in an exclusive subdivision caught his eyes. Victor just stood up until the fake ID was picked up. "Where are you going, Vic?" asked Kitty.

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.