Victorious Ship Novels & Stories

Ariadne quickly turns to the right to counteract the momentum, just barely keeping the ship from tipping over. Victor reappears, clothes soaked through, hair clinging on to his forehead, silver turned into a mottled gray. "Alright, we have to head for the eye," The Alpha thankfully takes the wheel back. "Never do that again," Ariadne groans, fingers aching. "I don't know how to sail." Victor cracks a crazed smile, eyebrow quirked up. "Hold on tight, baby." The waters lurch violently, and Ariadne's nearly swept off her feet if not for Victor, who snakes an arm around her waist.

"The engineers who built my father's invisible digital scaffolding are officially blind. Victor! Confirm the status of the vessel." "The Apapa Star is holding her position, boss," Victor called out from the auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across his keyboard as he monitored the maritime navigation tracking. "The automated navigation script didn't trigger the self-destruct. The master override block caught the smart contract before the local servers could wipe the data payload. The ship is still steaming toward our private Brooklyn pier but we have a live anomaly on the console."

"The provisional administrative hold on the Vane cargo vessels in Rotterdam and Antwerp is dissolved. All automated departure clearances are restored. This chamber is closed." The Victory Realignment Elena tapped on her command unit. The crimson bars on her display turned green. The North Atlantic shipping network was working again. * The Clearance Release: Forty-two big cargo vessels got their green status flags. They were docked along the coastline. * The Cartel Eviction: All of Hendrick Vances tokens and shares were purged from the maritime registry. He was locked out of the trade loops * The Sovereign Perimeter: The secondary server array in Coral Gables synchronized with the victory. It

“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.