Victorious-prom Wrecker Novels & Stories

The battle raged on for several hours before finally Tane’s group took the upper hand and Victor was squared off against the opposing captain as the rest of Tane’s soldiers finished what they were doing and looked up. The wind had started to blow with immense power as with the brewing storm. Victor was advancing, but their captain was skilled enough to impress even Sylvia. He backed onto one of the remaining bridges and Victor followed. Victor was going for a strike when the board under his right leg gave way. The captain took the opportunity and made a strike. Victor tried to sweep kick him to give time to pull himself up, but he dodged. Victor blocked his strike and saw him reach under his

"We'll be in the clear until the VHO decides to find another problem that coincidentally links right up to us." Serin rolled his eyes. "Lazy sh*ts." ###

came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel. The driver turned the wheel, causing the truck to swerve. In the back, the other speedster was trying to prevent the dozen glass-cased canisters of plutonium that had rolled out of the box. One mistake, and they could end up blowing up the whole of Manhattan. The man riding shotgun took out an actual shotgun and aimed at the speedster at the windshield. He blasted the windshield but the speedster was fast enough to roll away and with one arm at the side mirror, he swung himself right into the truck and knocked out the driver with his feet. He pushed him to the middle, giving him spa

McLaren added after a beat. “Who else will be there?” “A hitman.” “And who might that be? Will I meet him?” “No. His identity remains strictly confidential.” The driver eventually cut the engine in an underground garage, two levels beneath a nondescript warehouse. Built entirely of stark concrete, the space was illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights and hung heavy with the distinct, acrid scent of gun oil and spent gunpowder.

Everything. “Fuck!!” he shouted, the sound echoing off the walls. He turned and swept his arm across the table, sending the whiskey tumbler, a stack of hard drives, and a framed photo crashing to the ground. His chest heaved, breath coming in short, wild bursts. He had spent years building this. Sleepless nights, dirty deals, ruthless choices. All of it just to survive—no, to win. He was never meant to lose. Never meant to be caught with his back against the wall.

Something about it didn’t sit right. But I had no time for games, my Luna and child’s life is in danger and I will eliminate all dangers. “Let’s move,” I barked, leading the alphas and warriors toward the awaiting chariots. The moon above glowed coldly as we set off, our mission clear; wipe out the enemy pack and make them pay for every drop of blood spilled. AURORA I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open as the soft glow of sunlight filtered into the room. My gaze swept across the familiar space before the memory hit me like a wave; the arrow.

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

"Craig was one of my enforcers. He got too drunk last night, and I let him stay here to sleep it off. I should have known better now that you're here. It won't happen again." Is he looking for forgiveness from me? "I-Thank you," I stammer. A hint of his scent slips into my nose, igniting something inside of me. And somehow, I'm able to look up at him without my whole-body trembling. "No." He shakes his head. "No need to thank me. I promised you that you'd be safe here, and I intend to uphold that promise." A thrilling sensation grabs my chest. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to focus. I'm experiencing a sensory overload. Adrenaline is still pumping through me from the attack, but

"Cassie, are you okay? she looks genuinely worried, maybe she scared I'll screw up. I turn to look at her, that's when I notice the strange looks my way and I notice that I've been standing for a while now, I look around and see my folders scattered on the ground, so I bend to pick it up. Blinking repeatedly, I turn to look at him again, maybe it was a look alike but every fiber of my being told me it was him. Sure he was different, sharper, more controlled. His brown hair was perfectly styled, the tailored charcoal suit fit him like it was made for him. The easy smile I remembered was gone, in it's place stood a man carved from discipline and ice. "Mr Voss" I say with a little tremble in my

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