Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

She leaned toward the nightstand, stubbed the cigarette out against the ashtray with a slow, deliberate twist, then let her hand rest there. I could feel her eyes on me without looking. Steady, sharp, following every movement as I fastened my clothes, as if she were weighing each breath, waiting for the moment my guard slipped. “Melany managed to win even you over, Dominic,” Victoria said at last. Her voice was calm, almost idle, but her fingers traced slow patterns on the sheets as she spoke. “I remember how pathetic you looked when you tried to stop them from burning her. She rejected you as a mate, remember?”

How could they compare to her? Victoria had become rich only because she had gotten married to a rich guy. She had sacrificed her youth to marry a middle-aged foreigner. However, Emma was independent! She was able to be the general manager and get rich and powerful with her own ability. In the past, Victoria could not defeat Emma. Now, she was too far behind Emma. Emma had surpassed her by a long shot. Her arrogance had disappeared, and Victoria almost could not breathe because she was depressed by Emma’s imposing manner. She could not wait to leave now.

Third person Pov Victoria called Lydia at half past ten on Friday morning. Lydia picked up on the second ring. “I have already read it.” “Then you know.” Victoria’s voice was smooth. Too smooth, the way it got when something underneath it was working very hard not to show. “A larger building, Lydia. She lost everything and she signed a lease for something bigger within one week. Nathan Price has written about it as though she has performed some kind of miracle.” “I know what he wrote.” Lydia moved to her window. Below her the city went about its morning, entirely unbothered.

She had done this to us. Victoria scooped Martin into her arms. "Don't cry, or I'll leave you for good." She carried him toward his room and shot me an ugly glare over her shoulder. I watched them disappear down the hallway, and my thoughts grew more tangled with each passing second. Had I made the right choice? What I almost did before Martin stopped me… would that have been right? Was I acting irrationally? Victoria might have made some indecent videos for money, but she had always drawn a line she refused to cross. She rejected any request that might lead to sex. She had not cheated on me either. Her reason had always been the same. She wanted to make more money and ease my burden.

Nova was a survivor. As I approached the grand gates of Frederick’s home once more, I inhaled deeply, steadying my nerves. The mansion loomed ahead, cold and imposing, yet this time I was ready. Isabella might still linger, and Frederick might still hold his icy walls around him, but I would no longer be afraid. I was returning not as a frightened girl, but as a woman fortified by her own strength and resilience. *** The mansion was quieter than usual that morning. The lingering tension from the past weeks seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating, as I stepped into the grand dining room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread did little to ease the knot in my chest.

“Tell them I—” “Tell them yourself,” he cut in gently, and then slipped away like smoke. —---- I found Victor and Victoria curled on the library floor, surrounded by books far too advanced for their age. Okay, admittedly, maybe I had to remind myself over and over again that they are children anymore. Victor was reading quietly and Victoria subtly murmuring over the texts that she was reading. It is something about medicinal plants and the likes. When they saw me, Victor gasped. “Vlad!”

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

As always, the world could function perfectly without me. Or so I thought. I was sitting on the edge of my bed that evening, shirt half-buttoned, reading a report I couldn’t care less about, when my door opened without a knock. Only one person entered my room like she owned it. Victoria. She glided in with that intoxicating smile she used to win men twice her age. Her perfume hit me first—sweet, expensive, suffocating. She placed herself beside me, running her manicured fingers along my jaw like she had some right to touch me.

as I've seen it with my very own eyes, the author should give justice to her vague description in the novel! Victoria is a lady with fair complexion like the highlights of ginger that always seemed to gleam when they capture an ample amount of light. She also has a pair of golden-jeweled eyes that looks serene as it twinkles like the stars in the night sky which symbolizes her identity as a child of the Imperial family. Her florid cheeks and flawlessly sculpted red lips, on the other hand, look as if they were crafted by the angels themselves. Gosh! She looks like an exquisite sculpture! I feel like I'm falling in love with this face. But what caught my attention the most was the color of he

Alexander might not have the looks but he was the most gentle person she has ever met after her father. In this cruel world, he came to them like an angel. Though she only know him for a day, sometimes some people came into life who felt so close to her heart in just a short amount of time. Wait, heart! What on earth was she thinking!? Shaking her head Victoria concentrated on eating. .......... Victoria was reading a book, seating on the couch in their bedroom. But couldn't concentrate. Her mind was on Vincent's treatment, going to start tomorrow. Before Alexander came into their life she couldn't sleep at the thought of earning money and now her sleep was gone at the thought of the treatme