Victorious Singing Novels & Stories

Reiri exclaimed, dragging me towards the booths where there was karaoke inside. We walked past several booths until we found an empty one. Thankfully, we entered quickly. But before I could fully close the door, the two of them hurriedly entered. “I’ll sing first!” Vince declared as he grabbed the songbook. But Hiro swiftly snatched it from him. “No! Me first! You have a terrible voice, my best friend.” “Can you keep your fucking hands away! I’m the one who gets this first,” Vince scowled. “No! I was the first one who saw this!” Hiro countered.

"What if...what if we select a song to help you with the game. Like, you hum to help keep your brain awake." "What song?" Grigor smiled. He hardly ever smiled. "The Victory Song," he said. Felik laughed and started singing it. All I could hear from where they stood was: 'Each girl stands, her head so proudly high, Her motto 'Do or Die' She's not the one to use or need an alibi.' The only problem now was we needed another catcher. After the three weeks of pre-season training, the coaches still hadn't found anyone. Charlotte turned up with her camera to the next Thursday night's training and the Thursday after that. She still recorded the Firsts' training session, but she set her gear up in a

She would fight and conquer, which she was sure of. ** Everyone was ready and waiting for Rose. They had wanted to know the direction they would be heading to. They lined up chanting a song of victory. It was like they had this assurance, victory will be theirs. Among those who chanted the song of victory, were those who had doubted they would be victorious. They had thought their chance of winning was becoming slim. Rose is losing her mind and they could tell. Amaya's death is having a great effect on her, reducing their chance of victory.

I whispered tenderly, despite my crooked jaw. I ran my hands through his hair, slowly sitting beside him and placing his head on my lap. All sounds stopped, but the cold and dark sky remained above me as I sang the song of the fallen warrior in Chase's honor. "On the wings of victory, woven into eternal memory, A warrior in glory, a worthy hero of this story. Your Name will be a song, sung a century-long, Adorned with notes of glory, praising your victory. This is how we remember you,

They even placed their promise rings right in front of their wedding photos. Singto smiled at all of the memories they shared together, even the bad ones; it made them who they are today. Just think, they were only two boys who only knew the feeling of being damaged and saying the words ‘we are on pain’ inside of their minds over and over again. Life hurt them, but life also restored them. Never give up, because there’s always a reason why you need to stay alive and keep going. Someone out there needs you, just like they needed each other. This is the story of Krist Robinson and Singto Peterson. Now, it’s your turn to live yours and say in the end of the journey that ‘Together, We Conquer’.

A dark haired women cupped her cheeks. Others were so excited and overwhelming because Victor usually don't sing or act in live. So there were cheered madly. Even though I was wondering about his sudden change, I kept quiet with a gentle smile in my face. He reached the microphone and cleared his throat. "This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace

I didn’t give any attention to what was being said because I was too immersed in the joy of my victory. I actually did it. I defeated a trained female alpha, and I did it with grace. That was an accomplishment I would forever be proud of. My mate rushed over to my side, and so did our betas. Vince quickly embraced me, placing his head on the crook of my neck. “You did great, mate,” he whispered into my ear. I smiled as I gently wrapped my hands around him. Hearing his praise elated me. “He still hasn’t announced the winner,” Mark pointed out, causing all of us to draw our attention to Vince’s father.

To soften her heart, we settled on lunch this afternoon, because she refused to meet at a later time, and wanted to see me in person to ensure I’m just as fine as I claimed I am. Too Many Nights by Metro Booming blares through the car speakers, and I raise my head from my phone, my fingers hovering over the unfinished message I’m typing to my hairdresser, to Victor, who’s tapping his fingers to the beat, nodding his head, and singing along. Off key, might I add. “You know you can still enjoy your music without bursting my eardrums right?” I raise a brow, pursing my lips. “You don’t know good music,” Victor spits, like the simple act of responding to me instead of singing along will take ten

What was he really after that he didn't even care about his associates lives? Victory came not with a horn, but with the jubilant roar of Killian’s warriors. Their voices shook the night, blades lifted to the sky. To them, this was triumph. They had held their ground, outwitted their foes, stood unbroken where others had crumbled. They shouted Killian’s name, their joy raw and fierce. I watched from above, unseen, the hidden architect of their glory.

“And they have spent the last year making it so no other label will touch me. If this is my last hurrah, I want it to mean something.” Shit. Vice looked at Victor. What had Aaron signed them up for? But then she strummed a chord and launched into a song. The lyrics were clever and held an edge of fury behind words sung between her teeth. She sang a section acapella before re-joining with the guitar, and Vice felt the hair along his arms stand on end. There was a wildness behind her voice, the sort of throwing it all out on the table, going beyond politeness rage that made him, listening, want to take up a baseball bat on her behalf and smash the shit out of whoever had made her feel such a p