Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

I unwrapped myself from Anna, "Anna this is um -- this is Victoria my mate," "Your mate?" she asked wiping away her tears while looking between me and victoria, "but what about Atheeya? I thought she was your mate," Anna question and victoria raised an eyebrow "Who is Atheeya?" she questioned and judging by her facial expressions I knew things weren't going to be okay, "His lawful wife and true mate, our queen," Anna said without mincing her words and Victoria stumble back shock written all over her face.

Victoria breathed heavily, wiping her face with the back of her hand and instructed the guards to open the door for her… Inside the house Victoria entered, looking drained and tired. She told Catherine to take Nathaniel for his usual Saturday shopping, then dragged herself into the bedroom.. Moving slowly, she opened a drawer and pulled out a red lingerie set. She held it against her body, sizing it in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in silence. …

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"My sister was twenty-three when Richard Blackstone had her committed. Beautiful, brilliant, with her whole life ahead of her. They took everything from her. Her mind. Her dignity. Her future. And when she finally died, no one cared. No one even investigated." "So you built an empire doing the same thing to other women? You became exactly what you hated?" "I became what was necessary." Victoria's expression hardened again. "And I was good at it. Three billion dollars annually. Fourteen countries. Thousands of disappeared women who the world forgot about because they were inconvenient." "You're a monster." "I'm a survivor. There's a difference." Victoria's hand moved to her pocket. "But this

She stepped closer, her presence looming over me as her emerald eyes bore into mine like poison. “You’re right,” she whispered darkly. “You don’t need powers because nothing can save you this time, Grace.” Suddenly, her hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly—right where the dull ache had been tormenting me for hours. Pain flared instantly, sharp and unbearable. “Let go,” I hissed, jerking away as instinct surged within me to protect the life budding inside me. But Victoria anticipated the motion. Her delicate frame swayed violently from the force, her hands flailing as she staggered back. In the blink of an eye, she collapsed onto the chair behind her, gasping dramatically.

Victoria's excitement was palpable, her scent thick with triumph. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo as Bernard dipped his pen in ink. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn't need to look to know Victoria had sent me the image, a final taunt before her victory was complete. Bernard began to write. "Stone..." The first character of Emma's new surname appeared on the sacred page. My wolf surged forward, lending strength to my voice as I called out: "Stop!"

Victoria punched the bed and dropped her phone on the bed, then she walked over to the bedside table, which had a bottle of wine and a glass cup on it. Victoria completely ignored the glass and grabbed the bottle, then went over to the bed and grabbed her phone while taking sips directly from the wine bottle. Her fingers shook as she typed in Anita's name on the search bar. She was breathing hard as she scrolled through her page, seeing people congratulating her for being with Alexander; some people even expressed how envious they were of her and wished they were in her shoes. "Anita is such a lucky woman; imagine being the woman Alexander chose for life."

Brian's POV "You can't go out like this. There are male wolves in heat. They might get you. Don't worry I will leave. When you calm down, we will talk about it." I told her and I walked out of her room. I ran my hand over my hair as I licked my lips. Victoria is the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. She tasted so good that I almost lost my mind and myself in between her thick thighs. I could place my head on her breast forever. It would be the most amazing pillow I have ever laid my head on.

Victoria would frequently go out of the country for business meets as her father did not trust Noel and had agreed to let them marry only when Victoria promised to become the CEO of her company as he did not want to handle the company for Noel and her sister sally Valarie Jones did not want to get involved with the company as she was happily married. And for the past eight years, there wasn't any problem regarding her travelling alone although she would take him sometimes with her because her father would gladly take care of Isabella and Isabella loved staying back at her grandfather’s place. One day when she came back from a trip to London Noel started questioning her about the picture he s

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”