Novel & Cerita Black Butler Queen Victoria

' While she mused and blocked out the stares and mutters from around, even shutting out Diane and her surely amused gaze on her back, she finally stood in front of the ornate door. "Go on," Diane whispered behind her, voice honey-sweet with malice and something else. Amusement? Glee? "They're waiting." Victoria's hand found the door handle, cold brass that seemed to burn her palm. She pushed it open. Helena Blackwood sat in the wingback chair like a queen on her throne. Every strand of her inky hair was perfectly arranged, her house dress screamed regality. Diamonds glittered at her throat, catching the lamplight ever so slightly as she breathed. She didn't look up from her teacup when Victo

They were ushered out of the van into the harsh daylight, their surroundings coming into focus. They were at a private airstrip, the hum of a jet engine loud in the distance. A sleek black plane sat on the tarmac, its presence exuding wealth and power. Two more guards flanked the area, their eyes cold and unreadable. Beyond them, Victoria Blackwood herself stood near the plane’s steps, an air of confidence wrapped around her like a cloak. She wore a perfectly tailored suit, her blonde hair swept back, her expression sharp and unreadable. The queen on her battlefield. "Well," Victoria purred as they were marched toward her, "what a delightful reunion."

Then she took in a deep breath in and clenched Matt's arm before the guards opened the double doors and Valentina saw him. He was dressed perfectly to match her, wearing an all black suit and his hair was perfectly done. She and Matt walked for what seemed like forever until they got to his side. That was when Valentina noticed that Matilda was standing a step ahead of them, but Henry wasn't here, Alexander hugged and kissed her before they both turned forward to her. She was putting on a very dark blue colored dress. Valentina had learned in her training that the Queen Mother would wear dark colors during this period of time. Either way, she looked very beautiful with her long hair which wa

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

I lifted my chin even higher. “And I will not let anyone. Annabelle Callahan, her dead mother, Ronan, Miranda Chen, or whatever puppet master stands behind them—take anything from me.” My reflection softened, transforming back into the woman people feared, envied, whispered about. Victoria Blackthorne. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. I exhaled slowly and crossed the room, retrieving my phone from the floor. The screen was cracked, but functional. Fitting. A war was starting—of course something had to break.

he looks at Valentina and carries her, “Right baby? Boys have cooties.” Valentina giggles, “Not Alex, Daddy. Alex is my friend. I like him, Daddy.” Natalie throws her head back and cackles. “See, told ya!” “They’re staying,” Ivan commanded. ________ Meanwhile in the Lycan King’s kingdom. “Arden, take care of our boy. Promise me you’ll take care of him.” Victoria Blackheart said in a weak whisper. Her breathing slowed down, becoming irregular. Someone had poisoned the Queen, wife of the Lycan King while she was out visiting packs that needed financial support. She was told before never to take anything someone offered unless one of the servants tested it first. In one of those visits, she wa

The Queen wore a short red dress that revealed her perfectly toned body, while Luna Elena was radiant in a black dress with a daring deep V-neck and a thigh-high slit. Usually bold, Amber stuttered, "Oh… no. It… it’s not… sorry, Your Highness."" Queen Victoria patted her shoulder with a laugh. "No excuses needed. I understand. Let’s go." The bar in the human city was lively, decorated in a fun Hawaiian style, with tempting snacks and an extensive cocktail menu. The women were laughing, drinking, and dancing to the beat. Even the usually cold Queen Victoria seemed to be having a blast.

I offered a comforting smile and nodded my head towards the bed. We sat down and began talking. Her name was Bethanie and she was born into this life. Her mother was the head maid around this place and took care of the King. She was assigned to the warriors until I came along. She’s never been outside this place. The only way she gets to “experience” the outside world is through books.

Maybe a few damaged items would be worth it to spare my arms though… “Do you want help getting the bags to your car?” A husky voice asks from my right just as I exit the store. Sweet baby Jesus. What is an underwear model doing here at 6pm? He’s so tall I have to crane my neck to look at him in his silvery eyes. His raven black hair is short on the sides and a little longer on top of his head and his chest and biceps seem like they’ll rip through his grey t-shirt at any moment.

“James, James Wood - Woodley.” “Okay, well.” Dalton turns to face me. “Princess, you have a choice, walk and get in that car, or this poor lad doesn’t live to see tomorrow once I tell your father and brother what was going on and why your lipstick is no longer perfect,” Dalton threatens me. I look towards James, and I know he doesn’t deserve it.