You're The Reason Victorious Novels & Stories

and it‘s for me to decide," she chuckled and took off her bridal veil. As their eyes met, the entrance door of the temple opened with hundreds of armed soldiers. "Remaining happy while being betrayed without your knowledge, have you found serenity? Is that a relief? It isn’t a triumph for you but more like a defeat. You’re happy yet the problem is still on track however if you battle against the thing that hinders you to grasp victory and even risk death to beat it, then that made more sense. That's what makes us different because I know what's making me lose and what's making me win." She throw the bridal veil and grinned. "I will be the victorious of this war," she said firmly.

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

For the fight that we weren’t going to lose. The Queen of the Circuit had a new reason to win. And this time, nothing would stop me.

“I know. It’s just hard sometimes. To keep believing that we’ll win, that all this fighting will be worth it.” I understood her doubt. I had felt it too, many times. The battles, the losses, the betrayals—they wore on you, made you question if victory was even possible. But we had to keep going. If not for ourselves, then for those who had fallen along the way. “We will win,” I said, my voice firm. “Not because we’re stronger or more powerful, but because we’re fighting for something real. Something Marcus will never understand. He fights for control, for domination. But we fight for our people, for our future. And that’s something worth believing in.”

he said, his words heavy with determination as he spoke. At his words, I nodded my head as his words brought some sort of satisfaction to me. The fact that the soldiers are willing to risk their lives for revenge strengthened my resolve. With soldiers like that, I knew victory would be ours, even though Alpha Asher was so strong and powerful. He might be untouchable, but with my soldiers who are willing to risk their lives for the goal, I knew we'd emerge victoriously. "Get up," I said, holding his outstretched hands as I helped him up.

He looked at her hopefully. "Explain please", her ears pricked. VilaBeau was her life. Even though Damont violently took it away from her, she vowed that she would one day have her revenge. But why was Frost willing to help her? "Your ex needs to see that you have moved on and are not interested in the company". This caused Vinca's face to flash up in anger. Why should she sacrifice her life's worth to some scumbag? If giving up her company is what Frost expected of her then he might as well forget it!!

" Kent had a grudge against them. He had been lying low for more than seven years, just waiting for this chance to take revenge. I didn't have the right to speak. And would gladly hold his hands as he unleashes hell on them However, when I thought about Jared's tactics, I couldn't help but worry: "How do you know for certain that you will win? What if you lose? That family and Jared, they’re powerful. I'm afraid." "Afraid of what? Afraid that I can’t beat him and lose everything?" "Mhm." "Heh, that won’t happen. If I wasn’t at least a bit prepared, how would I dare stir things up? I have everything planned for this time; I'll make sure this guy never recovers." Kent chuckled softly. "Sam, yo

"This victory belongs to all of us. We stood together, faced the storm, and emerged stronger. It's a testament to the power of resilience and love." Just as we began to bask in the joy of our triumph, the sound of footsteps filled the room. Damien, our little bundle of energy, entered with a wide grin on his face. "What's all the celebration about? Did we win?" Elena scooped him up in her arms, showering him with affectionate kisses. "Yes, Damien. We won. We stood up against deceit and betrayal, and we emerged victorious. Our pack is now free from Vivian's influence."

"I am not a possession to be inherited." "No. You are a prize to be won. And I always win." He gestured to his men. "Bring her." Four soldiers moved toward me. Razor and Hammer stepped forward. Weapons raised. "Touch her and die," Razor warned. Marcus laughed. "You are outnumbered three to one. You cannot win." "Maybe not. But we can make you bleed." I pulled out my gun. "Last chance. Let Victor go. Walk away. Live to fight another day."

It flings away every single one of their enemies and, at the same time, instantly reduces them to ashes. Mrs. Lapuz’s eyes blink repeatedly and her mouth hangs open, all through the dimming of the screen and the blaring of the big letters “VICTORY” in front of their alliance emblem.