Victorious Cell Block Novels & Stories

“Take her to her cell.” Even though I’m going back to that godforsaken cell I still count it as a small victory. Charlotte- 3, everyone else- 0

Twice. He fell to his knees, struggling for air. I started to kick him aside like his Alpha when I heard the clang of metal on bone. Turning, I saw Cyrus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell to the side while Carter stood over him with a triumphant glare. I covered the distance quickly, punching Carter in the shoulder, dislocating it. The second punch was to his face. He growled in pain and dropped the crowbar in his hand. I picked it up and hit him in the stomach like I was swinging for a home run. He, too, hit the ground. Noticing that their ringleaders were pretty incapacitated, the three lions decided to book it. The random jaguar, who I think was named Miles, realized he was no

The weight of my decision hung on me, and I could feel Nathan’s eyes burning into me. “You have a soft heart,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. I didn’t respond, keeping my eyes fixed on Nina, who seemed relieved despite knowing she would be crucified five months from now. “Make sure she is put in Cell B,” Nathan announced, and I furrowed my brow, leaning toward him. “What is Cell B?” “Cell B isn’t just any cell. It’s the one where traitors are kept—a cold, dark place meant to remind her of her betrayal every single moment she’s alive. Also, it is the most secure cell. Once it’s locked, only I can open it with my fingerprint.”

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

Just cold promise. This wasn’t over. But tonight, we’d won. Damian was safe. Julian was in cuffs. And Alina was still breathing. That was enough for now.

"Sorry, but this is Joplin Group's private hospital. Mr. Joplin's child has just been admitted with a medical emergency. He's made it clear that no other patients are to be accepted. There's nothing we can do." My face drained of color, and pain surged through my head. Despite it all, I gritted my teeth and spoke to the guard. "My name is Louise Joplin, the rightful heiress of the Joplin family. Let us through!" The guard shifted uneasily, hesitation written all over his face. "I'm sorry, miss. Unless Mr. Joplin gives his approval, I can't let anyone in. Please don't force our hand." Clutching my abdomen, I pulled out my phone and dialed Peter's number.

By the time I reached the cell block, I was vibrating with a lethal intensity. I didn't walk; I marched. I reached cell number five, where the suspects were held, and slammed my hand against the heavy metal door. Bang! I shoved the door open, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the cramped space. Inside, the three workers sat on chairs, their eyes wide and white with terror. They were bound with silver-infused ropes that bit into their skin, the metal hissing slightly against their flesh. The guards standing near the wall bowed immediately, their faces tight with anticipation.

Victor was back in prison. Maximum security. The kind of prison where the walls were concrete and the windows were slits and the doors never opened. No visitors. No phone calls. No mail. A concrete box with a bed and a toilet and nothing else. The kind of place where men went to be forgotten.

I handed the paper off to Alice, who’d joined the secondary wave. She scanned it. “This is... a behavioral report?” “It has my mom’s name on it,” I said breathlessly. “And a number code. Something about her file being moved six months ago.” Alice’s brows pulled tight. “She’s connected to them?” “I don’t know yet.” We heard another explosion. A scout ran up. “We found him. Basement level. Cell block two.” Alice and I locked eyes. “Let’s move,” I said. --- We reached the cell block moments later.