Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

“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

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 lad said and glanced at them. "Lucas told me so," his grin on his edges couldn't be taken away, Kendall cussed when he stroked her hair, Hugh clenched his fist, trying to control his resentment while Hase was gritting his teeth, as well. Von wants to fight back-shove Maxwell on the face, but it would worsen the situation. They know that there's no escape now, they need to face the consequences of their actions-even if they know that they'll withstand death.

I know we can still visit. "I love you," Don says holding my hands as I cry. "I love you," I say, kissing him. I can't believe he is MINE DONALD is really MINE Whoever knew I'll one day call this sexy lycan mine. I was once TRAPPED in the decision on having two mates but I seriously can't believe DONALD won my heart. I love Donald with all of me and I can't wait for us to start a life together. THE END

she asked, and Rowan laughed like a crazed maniac before he threw his arm out in a full body swing and clocked Vic across the face sending her spinning to the floor. “You are what’s left of the Bura family so the money he took is yours little princess,” he hissed like an angry viper and Vic just pulled herself to her feet shaking her head, trying to clear the ringing in her ears, “the Bura family belongs to Alexander Volkov, that includes me, Phillip, the money, factories, businesses both legit and less so, I know how it works dipshit,” she snapped at him with blood stained spit flying from her mouth and although Rowan smiled with an almost approving look he rushed forward with the dripping

“Lock it down.” Victor didn’t blink when I said it. That was why he was still alive and everyone else who’d failed me wasn’t. “How tight?” he asked, already moving, already issuing silent commands through the mic curled along his jaw. I watched Ocean through the glass wall of the private suite. She was sitting up now, phone in her hand, chin lifted like she was daring the world to test her again. Even pale, even recovering, she radiated defiance.

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

“That’s how we win.” --- Across the city, the man known as Victor watched the feed from a private server. Camera hidden in Amara’s apartment—he saw every tear. Every collapse. Every kiss. “You never really left,” he whispered, stroking the edge of the screen. Then he clicked the next file. A new photo. Liam’s face. Target marked. “Now,” he said coldly, “you get to see what losing feels like.”

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai

Victor remained steadfast, gritting his teeth against the discomfort, refusing to yield to his opponent's relentless assault. The rooftop battleground crackled with tension as Victor, growing dissatisfied with the prolonged battle, felt a gnawing frustration. He had initially believed that taking down the masked man would be a simple task, but Danial's resilience and skill had proven to be formidable obstacles. Determined to bring the fight to an end, Victor decided to unleash his final move.