Victorious Scripts Novels & Stories

The fortress, long sacrosanct, provided its first intimation of vulnerability not in the ferocity of the battle, but in the tranquil wake of victory. The telecom deal had been sealed, a masterpiece of predatory art where they had left their opponents eviscerated and bleeding on the exchange floor. They had celebrated it over a glass of ancient Armagnac, the mood one of primitive, shared victory. They were monarchs on their own battlefield, and the world was theirs to command.

With shaking fingers, she took it, groaning slightly as they pulled on each other to stand and survey the destruction they'd unleashed. A cheering sounded from across the smoking ground, to see Lady Valda's legion and Ambrose's men clapping and roaring in victory, as the last of Vince's men fought back. Joe and Ravyn were among them, their eyes wide and faces slack at what they'd just witnessed, Lord Daemon's reaction was no better. But Sephora wasn't ready to celebrate, they hadn't won yet. Vince was still yet to show himself, and already she was so tired. Almost as if in a spiteful reply, the darkened sky began to lighten. The darkness beginning to receded and the blue sky started to come

he growled, “you won’t have men to hide behind.” Victor’s eyes gleamed. “You misunderstand.” He looked down at the blood on the floor. Then back at them. “This has never been about winning here.” Ronan’s gaze sharpened. Victor’s smile widened—slow, satisfied. “Nightfang blood has been spilled by Obsidian Alphas.” The words landed like a curse. Elara’s stomach twist. Victor stepped back toward the door. He said softly, “war is no longer a possibility now.” His eyes burned with quiet triumph.

VICTOR I stood in front of my men, watching them train. Adrian Knight thought he was untouchable. He was wrong. I had been quiet for too long, watching, waiting. But now? It was time to strike again. Adrian’s company was vulnerable. His men were distracted. And most importantly, Adrian himself was missing. Perfect. I turned to my second-in-command. "Is everything ready?" "Yes, boss. Our men are stronger, faster. We’re prepared for anything." A slow smirk spread across my lips. "This time, I win."

Take Care, Victor

If their partnership was to succeed, they needed to present a united front. “Believe me, I know exactly what I’ve signed up for,” she replied, her voice firm. “Liam and I are committed to making this work.” Victor’s eyes flicked between them, and for a moment, the mask slipped. There was something calculating in his gaze, something that told her he was far from done with his games. “Well then,” he said, raising his glass, “to new beginnings.” Liam clinked his glass against Victor’s, his expression unreadable. “To new beginnings.”

Unexposed. Victorious.

Past Victor listened to Viviana on the phone, her voice dripping malice as she said everything about Dominic's hideout. It was a perfect plan that was exactly laid down, and Victor was satisfied. He felt very proud of himself because there was a brilliant way in which he managed to impose Viviana into Dominic's team. It had in fact been a risk that had brought its reward now that he, Victor, was in the position to strike right where he wanted.

seemed to have subtly distorted due to some invisible aura. 【System Mission Issued!】 【Mission Name: Defend the Mate's Honor】 【Mission Type: Mandatory, Timed】 【Mission Description: For a true Alpha, his mate and territory are sacrosanct. Any challenger must repay his foolishness with blood and tears.】 【Mission Objective: Within three days (72 hours), make Preston Vance, at this very location, in front of all media, kneel and apologize for his words and actions tonight. Furthermore, cause the market value of his company, "Vance Capital," to shrink by at least 50%.】

“Stop playing games.” Victor sighed softly. “Very well.” He walked slowly around the car, studying each of them. “Five years ago you four stood on stage ready to unveil a revolutionary platform.” Dru nodded cautiously. “Yes.” “And moments before your demo began, your system failed.” Kyle muttered. “Worst night of our lives.” Victor tilted his head. “Not quite.” Luke’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?” Victor’s smile returned. “It means someone had already stolen your code before you even walked onto that stage.”