Victorious Scripts Novels & Stories

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Lazaro’s POV My fight with Aric continued into the bushes that surrounded the dilapidated house, as we rolled all the way over down, clawing at each other’s neck. It was a sloppy area, so rolling was inevitable. I had to stick my foot between a cluster of bushes to stop myself, slamming a fist hard into the side of his face as I did. “Fucking bastard!” I cursed, driving a knee into his skull. “You have a death wish, don’t you?”

CHAPTER 5 Sofia's POV It was finally Monday morning. I woke up a little early, got dressed in a red top and jeans shorts. I put on some makeup, perfectly winged eyeliner, little lip gloss.I let my hair down and wore some high heels. I made sure I looked my best, because I'm going to have to face both Zack and Jasmine today and I don't want to look like someone who has been upset about what happened at Michaels party.

He didn’t smile as he watched the votes begin to ping in first one, then another. One for Eden. One for him. A slow, steady burn. Because this was the part no one prepared for: What happens when the revolution wins… and then gets challenged by the man who built the battlefield? In a quiet, hidden part of the code, Marcus typed: “Let her fight. Let her inspire. Let her lead.” Then he entered his final instruction: “And when she burns out… I’ll still be standing.” The first vote came through at 3:11 a.m.

"I've taken it back. The night you left, I realized everything. But because of this, I've neglected you. I worked through the entire night and only in the morning did I find you missing. Fortunately, I realized what that bastard was up to and chased after you." As he said this, he suddenly leaned over and held me tight, his voice contained a hint of relief that can only be felt after a disaster: "Thank god, everything is still retrievable." "Yes, everything is still retrievable. Jared's ship has sunk, his fate unknown. The business war has been successfully reversed. Total victory." Upon hearing this, I instinctively let out a sigh of relief. But once I finished sighing, while I was naturall

Framed and ruined tech genius Reid Brecken had constructed CipherCore, only to have it all torn from him by his partners and ruthless investor Dante West, condemning him to a rain-drenched purgatory. Presented with a lone opportunity for revenge—becoming the living duplicate of vanished tech mogul Max Sterling. Reid is subjected to a drastic transformation: his face remodeled, his mind woven inextricably into Max’s digital specter. Propelled into the golden cage of Max's existence and the sphere of his suspicious wife, Alessandra, Reid makes a shocking discovery: Max isn't missing; he's confined. And his revolutionary neural innovation, Synapse, has been turned into a weapon that West wo

I could not keep the corners of my mouth down. The comments said: [Get together! Get together! Get together!] [Lucas is so good at this.] ["Starting from work is the steadiest way" -- Mrs. Rhodes is the ultimate assist.] [The villainess finally smiled. She hasn't smiled in so long.] [Preston: ??? I'm not dead yet.] [Whether you're dead or not has nothing to do with her.] [Support the villainess and Lucas! This is the right person!]

The entire system screamed. Then Silence. Pure. Perfect. Silence. In the real world, every screen went dark. Then rebooted. A single line appeared. PROJECT DAWN TERMINATED Victor exhaled sharply. "It's over." Luna's eye s filled with tears. Julian leaned against the wall in relief. Camille covered her mouth. But Dominic's body suddenly slumped forward. And Scarlett Did not wake up. Dominic's eyes flew open. He gasped sharply in the chair.

He lay there frozen, unable to move, as I ripped him apart, each time I reminded myself of what he could have done to my baby, had we not got to her in time. Victor's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, his strength failing him. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exhaustion, my claws still trembling with fury. "It's over," I snarled, my fangs dripping with venom. "You've lost, you’ll never lay hands on my babies again!." I started ripping him apart limb by limb. His whole pack watched as I ripped into him, I stood over what was left of his flesh, his blood dripping from my mouth, as I growled. I raised my head howling in victory, and my entire pack joined in. Everyone for mil