Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

Lucy said, her voice trembling. Alexei nodded. "Victor's network is dismantled." I smiled. "We won." But as I gazed into Reina's eyes, I knew the true victory. Love had conquered fear. Hope had triumphed over darkness. The city, once held hostage by Victor's terror, was finally free.

Both she and Bella were obviously eavesdropping on my conversation with Serena. " I'm not declaring a war against them, Victor didn't know his place by sending an attack notice and Serena overstepped by slapping and then threatening me. I'm just punishing them, letting them know that they messed with the wrong person, " I answered her question. " Really? I don't just want them going full on a war with us, " she explained and I chuckled at her. She was always getting scared, even though there was nothing to be scared for. " I've locked both of them up, they can't be released until I say so. Even if the council gives a decision that works in their favor, I still have the right to keep him lock

Victor stormed into Adrian's study. Adrian sneered. "You'll never take control of the city," Adrian spat. Victor's smile was cold. "You're wrong, Adrian," Victor said. "I already have." With a swift motion, Victor's hand closed around Adrian's throat. Adrian's eyes widened. "You should have stayed out of my business," Victor hissed. Adrian's struggles were futile. Victor's grip tightened. Adrian's face turned blue.

Olivia’s breath hitched; her heart sank as she met his furious gaze. “You really thought you could leave me?” he whispered, pulling her closer. “Let me go!” she cried, struggling against him. Victor’s hold tightens, his eyes burnt with a mix of anger and worry. “Never.” Victor's grip on Olivia’s wrist remained still as she struggled against him; her lungs heavy from the effort. “You have no idea what you’ve just done,” Victor said in dangerously calm way. “I can’t stay here!” Olivia spat; her voice was shaky. “You can’t keep me locked up like some prisoner!”

Shoulders tight, yet his grip stayed firm on my arm. “Enter,” he called. A shadow crossed the doorway as the security chief entered, face set hard. “Mr. Sterling. Mrs. Sterling. Victor is in custody downstairs. We have him secured in the holding room. Gwen is on her way under escort - she was apprehended trying to leave the city. They’re both here.” Fight's last moment started for real now. My eyes met his, fingers locked together without letting go. Together. No more secrets. No more hiding. Out it would come, the truth.

offering a compromise, trying to bridge the gap without forcing his hand. Dominik finally lifts his head. His eyes are hollow, completely devoid of warmth. "Don't bother." Before I can push the issue, the heavy steel door to the armory hisses open. Vincent Wong practically falls into the room. He like a corpse dragged from a river. His usually neat hair sticking up in frantic spikes. He’s clutching a tablet to his chest as if it contains the launch codes to a nuclear arsenal. "I got him," Vincent gasps, his chest heaving. "I actually fucking got him."

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?”

--- The only move they hadn’t calculated. She didn’t evade. --- Didn’t resist. --- Didn’t try to escape. --- She walked directly into the center— --- Where they wanted her. --- Where every outcome led. --- The figures adjusted instantly. --- Locking her position. --- Finalizing containment. --- “This is optimal,” they said. --- A pause. --- “Termination assured.” --- Adrian muttered under his breath. --- “Yeah… definitely a trap.” --- Victor’s eyes narrowed. --- “…No.”

"You going to lock us in the sub-levels? After everything we've done for this pack?" Victor looked from one to the other. His heart thudded against his ribs like a trapped bird. One of them was his brother. One of them was a traitor. "Nobody leaves this floor," Victor growled, the gold in his eyes flaring. "Zack, put the water down. Camille, drop the maps."