Victorious Cell Block Novels & Stories

I still laugh thinking about it. I had all of the loyal people retreat out of Elyse’s cells and into the ante chamber where you could see into the cells via monitors on the walls. Once everyone else was out of the cells I told Damien and Andrew to let go of Victor. As soon as everyone was clear and the door was quickly slammed closed and engaged, I nodded to Elyse. She typed a few things into her laptop and we heard a clunk then a low buzz rush across the cell walls, then a gentle hum. All the guys looked around at the sounds, looking a little worried about what was happening. Ellinore, Elyse and I exchanged looks of satisfaction.

“I would never –“ “Fine,” Victor sighs, leaning forward and pressing the green button again. Almost instantly the wall goes white, blocking out sound as well as sight. Victor screws his mouth to the side, considering his options. He glances at the two cells next to Walsh’s, where Joyce and Willard are each being held. But he quickly decides against it, wanting suddenly to be home, to talk it over with Evelyn.

(POV - JACK COLE) The feeling was pure power. It tasted like expensive whiskey and sweet, sweet victory. It warmed my chest and made my head feel light. Victor Blackwood was in handcuffs. He was locked in a cold, concrete cell deep in the county jail, right where he belonged. The arrest had been messy, dramatic, perfect for the cameras. And the entire thing had been captured by the news helicopters I had tipped off, hovering over his big, gloomy house like angry birds. I made sure of it. The whole city needed to see him taken down.

Mamá was with him, her scalpel tucked in her boot, her eyes daring anyone to tell her no. Elena and I slipped inside, fake credentials smooth as silk. The cell block was cold, sterile, the air thick with the hum of generators. Victor sat in a glass box, orange jumpsuit stark against his bruises, his smile a blade. “Spitfire,” he purred as we entered, his voice muffled through the glass. “Kane. Come to gloat?” Elena’s gun was out, pressed to the glass. “Where’s the trigger? Who’s your loyalist?”

An unknown kind of anger surged through me as I bit my lips in anger upon seeing Victoria by the cell. I hated it when people intrude my space even after giving clear warning. She turned back and got frightened when she saw me and I warned her never to try it again. Maybe I went a little too far to yell at her 'cause of the way her heart beat sounded like thuds in my ears. Whatever, I entered into the cell and slammed the door on her face. First of all, the prison reeked of blood signifying that countless murders have happened there. It seems more will be added today if these two refuse to speak up.

Justice, in its harshest form. And as the moon sank behind the vineyards, all that remained were the echoes of what they’d destroyed—and the silent question of what came next. The prison’s midday haze filtered through high, barred windows, casting jagged patterns across the concrete floor in Block C. The corridor was lined with solitary cells, each door a silent promise—or threat. Lucien Marchesi watched from the villa’s war room as his message rippled through the prison walls: no one in his sight left unscathed.

As soon as his presence was announced, the entire area became quiet, except for the muffled sniffling from time to time. The man stepped into the room beyond the door; the room was damp and dark and three cells were occupied within the room, two of them held women wearing a wedding dress. The first cell had a woman who had a delicate face, short hair, and small structure. Her eyes were filled with tears and the aura around her frame was one that screamed of a fragile and pure angel. The second cell held a woman who was the complete opposite of the first. She had eyes that were full of determination and strength; she had a strong body and had long hair that was tied back, and the surrounding

He wouldn't have been surprised if she ran away from him. When they reached her cell, she muttered out a quick thank you and went to scurry in but before she could, he took a hold of her wrist. Looking inside, he was a little more relieved to know it was Shaky, who was only sent down because he hacked into a company. It was better than Daisy sharing a cell with a rapist or a murderer. Although, it didn't ease his rage because he didn't want his angel to be in a room with another male let alone sleeping in one.

Said one of the bodyguards who gave him Jasmine's cell phone. Lorensius rubbed his face tiredly. He wanted to intervene directly but couldn't because he was injured by Jackson's actions. In fact, for the past two nights, Jackson has been constantly causing damage to the club. Lorensius received the cell phone that his servants found. They said that they found Jasmine's cell phone near her mother's grave. "Won't the club be ruined if Jackson continues to damage it? But we don't know where Jasmine is." Anya was upset; she felt like she had lost a new friend, but there was nothing she could do about it.

It felt like weights being lifted from my ankles the closer I got to him. “Got them all whipped in shape?” I looked to the six cells filled with a mixture of species all with blood on them. “They’re lucky you ordered no deaths. That cell deserves a long and painful one.” He pointed to one cage with six men and one woman. They hissed and growled at him and he sped to the bars, slamming his hands to them. “Don’t keep pushing me or I will open this cell and finish beating the shit out of you.” “Bolton, they are locked up.” My hand rested on his shoulder and you could physically see his body relax.