Victory Novel Novels & Stories

"There is only one person who could have done this." I stormed out of my room and approached John's bedroom and I pushed the door open. John was bouncing his volleyball, and his room looked messy. His clothes were scattered on the floor and the bed. I noticed a morsel of hamburgers under his bed which has been lying there for three days. "John!" I shouted and he paused and looked at me. Juliet heard my voice and wondering why I screamed, she left the living room and walked towards John's room. "John, why is my diary vandalized? It looks like trash my notebook."

He had to see her soon but he will be locked in here for as long as the pass of a full season. His chest is heavy, he scrubs his face using his right hand and then he heaves a deep sigh. But it was all worth it, Annabelle was worth it. She was worth his comfortable room nor the smile he got from his parents or friends. For once he was proud of acting violently. He would do anything for love, anything for Annabelle's love. " Where was Fredrick and Vincent by the way?" They hadn't come to visit him. What excellent friends they are! Richard exclaims sighing once again.

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Yuri frowned as she stared at the dark building in front of her which looked like the sort of building used as a prison. The paint was slowly peeling off the walls of the building, and it looked to be right out of some ghost movie.

The architecture of our home had been tested by fire, by betrayal, and by outright sabotage. And it had not fallen. Victor turned to me, the harsh lines of his face softening entirely. He reached out, his hands framing my face, his dark eyes swimming with an unprotected, overwhelming devotion. He didn't care who was watching. He lowered his head and captured my mouth in a slow, devastating kiss of absolute victory. "We held the light," he murmured against my lips. "We held the light," I echoed, wrapping my arms around his neck, finally, completely, and permanently safe in the sanctuary we had fought so hard to save.

The warmth of her fingers reminded me of why I fought, why I endured, why I would never let the darkness win. The shadows outside were growing longer. The threats were moving closer. But we were ready. Together. And in that moment, I realized something fundamental. Victory wasn’t about killing every enemy or controlling every street. Victory was about surviving, protecting what mattered, and refusing to let the darkness consume you. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of blood and responsibility pressing against my chest. I could still hear the echo of Viktor’s last words, the remnants of rage and betrayal, but I forced them aside.

“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.

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

My heart sinks as I scan the bold title: "Is James the New Man in Valentina's Life?" Frustration and anxiety knot in my gut as I fling the article onto my desk. The glossy pages sprawl before me, each image like a jab at my inner turmoil. In the first photo, Valentina and James glide down the red carpet, their smiles dazzling under the camera flashes. Valentina, in her jaw dropping army green dress, leans into James. James, confident in his tailored suit, gazes at her with a steady adoration.

Glory would snap a thousand times in a day. “Do it well.” she would add. Cassandra was fed up with the comments that she was not some poor deserted slave, she was a queen but her crown had been snatched by those she loved. Walking down the stairs she meets those she has been avoiding for days. Kerlson held a guava milkshake which he shared with his new lover. Cassandra did not know what had gotten into her but she dashed over to them pouring the Milk Shake away.

(Kelly picks up her phone and dials her dad's number). Hello Peanut, hi Dad! Hi Mum! (Phone call continues…) Kelly, you're on the news… (Headline: Court reunites Maria Wilson with daughter Anna......) Kelly, you won! You did it! Kelly, Peanut, are you still there? Yes, Dad, I am. I won my first case of the year. Wow! Congratulations sweetie, we are very proud of you. Thanks, Dad. I'm so sorry Dad, but I have to go call my boss and tell him the good news. (Phone call ends as they both say their goodbyes). This calls for a celebration (Ashley opens the bottle of wine they had reserved in the cabinet for special occasions) Ashley! What? This is a special occasion, please. (Both laughed).