Historical Fiction Victorian Era Novels & Stories

She opened the first box alone, with cotton gloves, and looked at what was inside. Victorian erotica. Photographs, letters, illustrated manuscripts, a handful of small printed books with plain covers. The donor had acquired it from a private collection, which had acquired it from another, and the provenance went back to an estate sale in 1987. Before that it had been in someone’s possession for a very long time, kept and not discarded, which meant someone had valued it. Cressida turned over a small photograph. A woman in late Victorian dress, half undone, looking at the camera with an expression that was not embarrassment.

Everything around me became a blur and I passed out. When I woke up, I could smell the awful odour of salt water in my surroundings. My body ached badly and I tried to turn but I felt my body stuck once again. I just got out of one room to go to the other. I looked around to see a luxurious room in front of me and I stare in awe. At least Michaella taste wasn't that bad. What is taking them so long to find me? The room had a sense of royalty of the Victorian era. The old era when ladies wore gowns which reached their ankles and corsets.

she spat, touching her hair, then left giggling. Victoria’s eyes darkened at the lock. She stripped off the dress and returned to the bathtub, reaching for more soap. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soothe her. … Bernard Harrigan sat in the hall, his expression grim. At twenty-five, he was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, with a lean waist. The dream man of many young women. But his past was dark—his first wife had died under tragic circumstances tied to his cruelty and infidelity.

"Are we going to address the rather intriguing figure of James Parker*loitering in shadowed corners, or are we going to pretend your little midnight rendezvous on the balcony never happened?" Victoria arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "You should write novels, Catherine. Your imagination would keep London's publishing houses in business for decades." Catherine smirked. "I'd have to change the names, of course. The Duchess and the Servant might cause quite the scandal." "Enough," Victoria said sharply, though the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. The door creaked open then, and a tall figure strode in with an air of practiced arrogance. Lord Alexander Windsor entered uninvited, his

“You know, it’s wild how women used to be treated over this stuff. Like, can you imagine being locked up in a hut for a week every month because men thought you were ‘unclean’? The irony is they’re the ones who can’t even locate the clitoris, but sure, we’re the problem.” I snorted, covering my mouth. “June—” “No, seriously. History’s insane. Did you know Victorian women were prescribed cocaine for cramps?” She sat up suddenly, wide awake now, eyes bright with that strange energy she carried when she went off on tangents. “Cocaine, Sky. Imagine walking into a pharmacy and being like, ‘Excuse me, I’m bleeding from my uterus,’ and the doctor just hands you a packet of coke. Like, what a time t

I felt like I had fallen, and dropped back into the Victorian era. "... Victorian era." Miss Cadbury said, and I had to stop myself from bursting into a girly giggle because it literally felt like she had been reading something from my mind. I nodded enthusiastically even though I had not heard anything. "Go on…" I said, to sound like I was on top of everything. "Do you agree with the Victorian era theme for your wedding or would you like to explore other themes?" Miss Cadbury asked, and my eyes went round like saucers. I reminded myself that I could not make it obvious that I had not been listening to the weird looking woman so I said,

Rain couldn’t mask her awe when she’d walked into the restaurant. It was beautiful… that was the only word she could think of at that moment. The place wasn’t designed to look luxurious or fancy, the interior was designed to look like something straight out of the Victorian era . It was bright, there were the brightest bulbs kept in lamps, they brightened up the whole place and made it feel like a different world entirely. “It’s beautiful,” she couldn’t help but say. She didn’t pay attention to Alexander, he was silent but her arms in his were a constant reminder to keep walking.

This book is a draft. To be finished it is very important that you tell me what do you think about the story. Even if you can't get through the first chapter, say it in the comments, that helps a lot. The first part of the story takes place on a fictitious island besides Ireland called Kreg, shortly before the Victorian era in the 1700s. It tells about a genius prince, and a prince with a big heart, and the mystery behind it. Their destinies, for some reason, always give a way to tie them together even though they came in opposite directions.

Because after all, Queen Victoria was only sixteen years older when it all happened. The very next day, Winston was thinking about his options. The conference was about to start within an hour. After seeing Queen Victoria's true beauty, Winston had a change of heart. It was true that Valeria was Winston's mate. But he suddenly became greedy. He made his way towards Queen Victoria's room. He wanted to try his luck. After all, he was born with ultimate luck by his side. A light knock on her bedroom door pulled Queen Victoria out of the book she was lost in. She sighed as she snapped the book shut. "Yes!" Queen Victoria called.

Chapter 1: I am the only child of Lord John Duncaster, Earl of Winsor; her ladyship, Mistress Rose Duncaster. My father, only Lord and Earl due to my late mother the daughter and sole survivor of an Earl. Funny, it seems that is the hereditary luck of women born of my bloodline. Sole heirs to an abundant fortune. But in the year of her majesty the queen Victoria 1851, only personal property would go to a woman and only land if she is unwed and the sole heir. Thus our argument today, i would love nothing more than to see all these powder faced whigs off my property, to avoid their fake attempts at social niceties, and their claim to be the best step-mother a girl could ask for. All efforts in