Victorious-prom Wrecker Novels & Stories

Since they were on a bridge, the phone flew through the air and down into the river. However, unknown to Marcus Lee, he had made a costly mistake by rolling down his bulletproof window. The alarming reality at this time was that a black 2004 Mercury Marauder, which had been stalking him dutifully for the past 2 days, was hot on his heels. The window he'd just opened had inadvertently given the occupants of the pursuit car a clear sight of him and his son. All they needed to do now was move closer and strike.

I didn't give him anytime to recover, quickly sending blow after blow to his body before he slumped to the floor. I bent over him and grabbed the front of his shirt. I lifted him up completely off the ground and turned around slowly, then stopped and look him in the eyes. "You wanted it over and now at last it is." Then with every ounce of strength I had left in me, along with all the pain and grief his line of vampires had caused me, and I tossed Jackson away from me. His body flew through the air to be impaled through his chest by pieces of shattered wood as he landed on a heap of discarded lumber.

I was beyond elated. I jumped out of the car and continued jumping all around. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. “You fucking piece of shit!” That was Turner charging towards me in so much rage but a couple of guys held him off. “You was cheating all through the race. He fucking bumped into me and I ran into the bush. I win by default.” Suddenly all the joy drained from my face. I didn’t know the rules. “No, the rules are, do whatever it takes to win.” It was an old man waking towards us. And this man right here did that. He rose my right hand up to show that I was the winner and that same crowd that had been booing me went wild. For me.

In the end, we got nine stuff toys the same time when Jake and the others who went inside the store, walked out with a cup noodles of each of their hand. "Wow~did you win all of this, Penelope?" Ari exclaimed as she asked me a question in which I answered with a smile. I didn't talk and just passed the remaining stuff toys in my hands to Maxwell, who on the other doesn't seemed to be fine. His handsome face has a frown on his forehead while his reddish lips where put into a pout.

He glanced at Jamie in the rearview mirror, voice tentative. "Sir, maybe… you should take a look at who's following us first." Jamie turned his head lazily toward the back window. And then his expression changed. The car behind them was unmistakable—Victory. Victoria's Victory. Custom-built, the only one of its kind in the world. Its tires and glass were both explosion- and bullet-proof, the materials the best that money could buy. And now, that same Victory was ramming into him. For the first time in a long while, Jamie's always-steady mind went blank.

And in the rearview mirror, through the flames and rain, I saw it—Viktor’s silhouette standing in the wreckage, alive, unbroken. Smiling.

That kind of classless behavior made him look useless and childish. The machine beeped, and Gary reached out, ready to take his card back. However, the auctioneer swiped it again. Gary grew anxious as he said, "You scammer! Who told you to swipe my card twice? How dare you double-charge my card right in front of me?! Careful, or I'm going to sue!" The auctioneer gave him a helpless look. "I swiped it a second time because the payment didn't go through the first time."

The assault craft, christened the Vendetta, was a black blur cutting across the Aegean. The twin engines screamed, a high, constant pitch that vibrated through the steel deck and into the marrow of my bones. I sat in the co-pilot seat, my rifle secured, the spray shield protecting me from the cold, violent mist. The scent of salt and burning fuel was the perfume of war.

“They’re stabilizing again. Hope’s power is reaching them even now.” Damien pulled Mia and Hope closer for a brief second. “This is our stand. Whatever comes through those doors next, we face it as one.” The ground trembled violently. Victor’s personal dropship crashed down just outside the hub, crushing barriers. Victor stepped out, flanked by his strongest elites, eyes glowing with cold fury. “The time for games is over,” Victor said. “The bridge is mine.” Hope’s light collided with his in a massive explosion that rocked the entire outpost.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.