Victorious Scripts Novels & Stories

Her image convulsed one last time before blinking out entirely. The platform darkened. Silence fell. Victor backed away, hands shaking not with guilt but euphoria. “You think you’ve been protecting her all this time, Damien. But really, you’ve just been delaying the inevitable. The world doesn’t need a fragile queen. It needs a digital god.” Damien surged forward despite the pain, tackling Victor into the corner. They collided with the server wall, fists flying. Victor fought back hard, trained, and brutal. The two men grappled, grunted, and cursed— neither holding back.

"That bastard... How dare he?" June cursed. "What do I do June? If Gabriel divorces me, I have nothing." "Elsa,why would you invest all your savings in the company?" June scolded her. "The company was struggling and I thought since we were married and in love, there was nothing wrong with helping him out" "And then the bastard had the audacity to cheat on you with that shameless sister of yours. I knew she was always up to no good."

I shouted and she put her head down, sniffing. “Save the crocodile tears, and walk out.” She raised her head up, and looked at me for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she walked out. I turned to Vittoria, who was focused on her work. “Vittoria I…” “Congratulations sir, on your betrothal,” she said in a cold voice. Fuck!!

Williams laughed but Cassandra was not laughing. “Do you know what this means Tay? My world... My mom...That means mommy Laura is alive… Tay my mother is alive '' she cries joyfully and that was the last straw. The pain in the eyes of Mrs Williams did not go unnoticed by Tay. how could she not be angry when her blood just called another woman's mother?

CHAPTER 16 VICTOR’S POV I'd always been a patient man. It was one of my greatest strengths—the ability to wait, to watch, to strike at precisely the right moment when my enemies least expected it. And right then, sitting in my spacious office overlooking the city, watching Marcus Reid lay out photographs and documents across my mahogany desk, I felt that familiar thrill of victory even before the game had truly begun. "Tell me everything," I said, leaning back in my leather chair, fingers steepled under my chin.

She had called his honesty out for what it was the first crack in the ice around his carefully armored heart. He moved to the window, staring at the skyline, watching the first hints of dawn stretch across the horizon. Victory had always looked like control, like contracts signed, secrets exposed, enemies toppled. But standing here now, he realized that triumph was no longer a matter of numbers or documents. Triumph meant surviving the cost of his own heart and the potential loss of hers.

"Cheers!" Following him, all of them raised their glasses except two, Andreas and another man who sat across from him in a separate seat. He silently watched them the entire time. The woman leaned in and pecked Andreas’s cheek. "I am proud of you, baby. You have successfully taken your revenge on her." She caressed his face, moved closer to his ear, and brushed her lips against it. Her actions were extremely intimate. "Tonight, I have planned something special for you… for us. We will celebrate this night together with endless pleasure," she whispered seductively.

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

Dig Lv 3 (passive) (^) Victory's cry Lv 2 (85% of total AF) + All of the nearby units receive a boost of [30%] to attack and [10%] to the rest of stats. "Would you look at that! I need more of you on the field, so you'll be a brood mother straight away. Your name will be Militant." She nodded her head and experienced similar changes to her sister. Then, both of them walked towards the rest of the brood mothers in the center of the camp. "Now, dessert."

“To identify whether someone could reject power.” Silence. Victor’s voice returned. But this time, something was different. The confidence was gone. “You think you have won?” I looked at the screen. “You lost control.” A pause. Then Victor laughed. Not calmly. Not confidently. Angrily. “You still don’t understand.” “Explain.” “You believe freedom means walking away.” The screen changed. Files began appearing. Thousands of them. Names. Accounts. Transactions. Evidence. “You have no idea what happens when powerful people lose control.”