Victorious Singing Novels & Stories

Victor ordered, brushing past me without waiting for a response. I followed him, my steps slow and shaky, as he led me to the VIP section of the club. The place reeked of alcohol and sweat, and the irritatingly loud sound of music almost burst my eardrums. As we entered, Victor clapped his hands to silence the room. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he called out, his voice dripping with sleaze. “I’ve got a special treat for you tonight. Meet the newest addition to our lineup!” He gestured dramatically toward me.

“Make me cum. Show them you’re the best cock sucker.” I went all out sucking faster, stroking the base with my hand, moaning around his cock and victor finally tensed, groaned deeply, and came hard down my throat. I swallowed every drop, not letting a single bit spill. When I pulled back, gasping for air, Victor looked down at me with dark, satisfied eyes. “Well done,” he said quietly, almost like he was proud. “You won.” The other men clapped slowly, amused. The girls gave me jealous looks.

The announcer’s voice boomed: “Ladies and gentlemen, due to unforeseen circumstances, Mr. Dorian Veynor will not be performing tonight. But stepping in to honor his music together with the rest of his team is none other than…” A pause. A breath. “...The Phoenix.” The crowd erupted. We stepped into the light. For a moment, all I saw was color, the sea of faces, the gleam of chandeliers above. Then I found the mic. The hum of the band behind me. I took a breath. And I began. The lyrics trembled against my throat. I felt them carve through me as I sang… not for Dorian, not for the crowd, but for the ghost that still lingered between every note.

Their first win. I sped to the direction where the emotions were most strongest. Victor kept thinking. His grandmother. When she told him stories. When she supported him in his dream when no one else did. The day she died. The funeral. The path then lead towards a highway. Then Victor's memories were more recent. His fans- Devils. When they sang their song Love in Numbers in chorus. When the lightsticks moved in sync. When the fans cried out for them. Their support. I slowed down as I reached the highway. The whole place was busy with vehicles passing, but I could feel Victor's emotions getting stronger.

He just… stood there, solid and calm in that dangerous way that warned everyone around him something ridiculous was about to happen. Around us, people moved in their seats. Whispering started immediately, soft murmurs like buzzing flies spreading from row to row as heads turned toward us. Their eyes were bright with curiosity and ears perked and ready to pick the littlest words. Victor's performance had turned into a scene. The exact thing he wanted. Victor tilted his head slightly, as if considering Asher’s words, then words left his mouth. “What?” he said into the microphone, his voice coming out smooth and easy. “It’s just a song.”

“I won’t hurt Maeve. She is my friend, and you are also my friend. And I know how important Maeve is to you.” “Good.” I smile briefly but keep glaring daggers at Victor. He needs to know not to mess with me. “So let’s keep moving, and don’t you dare sing again. Another octave, and I will murder you without hesitating! I hate people who think they are rock stars!” “I’m good with Disney songs!” Victor beams at me. He doesn’t convince me in the slightest. “I could sing under the sea!” Hell no! Victor isn’t singing shit! Not on my watch!

"I am the rightful alpha, and I will take back what's mine." Victor snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth. "We'll see about that," he said, and with a nod, his loyal followers attacked. with both sides fighting for dominance. But we had the upper hand, with our pack's unity and strength giving us the edge we needed. Slowly but surely, we pushed Victor's followers back, until finally, we stood victorious. Victor snarled and snapped, his eyes flashing with anger and defeat. "You may have won this battle," he said, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

The fact that I could still hear screams from other areas of the tower indicated that the battle was not yet ended. I made a beeline to get closer to the vampire walking ahead of me, hoping that she would shield me if we encountered a violent conflict. I came dangerously close to colliding with her when she stopped before a door that had been spared during the assault. It was only when she pushed it open that I could hear Aric's voice, a sound I had given up hope of ever hearing again. As Emily entered the building, he uttered the word "fuck." “Yeah, you’re fucked,” she said, “but at least you’re not alone.”

KAANADAN SALVATORE - You did what??? Victório's voice sounds on the call. Amazed. Petrified. Incredulous, perhaps. — I beat him. — I say calmly. — I beat him until he shut up and his blood stained my floor. But I left him alive... I think.

I asked when a love song started playing. “Not really. Come on, let's dance.” “What? Why?” I asked, though he'd already grabbed me. “Because tomorrow you'll have Ronan on his knees begging.” That did sound satisfying, so I danced with him. “Victory songs aren't supposed to be romantic, are they?” I asked. He didn't answer. This song was way too romantic. I'm talking bodies close and gazes locked. Victor seemed to really love it because he stayed silent, his hands resting on my back.