Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya. “Hello, Vanya; long time no see,” he says and tries to wriggle out of Nikolai’s grasp, but my brother has gotten stronger than her. Then she says four words that cause Kai to snap. “Please, I’ve done nothing!” Nikolai steps back quickly and Kai takes his place; he grabs Vanya by the neck and slams her back even harder. “Nothing? NOTHING?!” he roars. “You had Viktor murdered like a stray in an alleyway, Caterina almost DIED because of your meddling and Nikolai was tortured for MONTHS on end. Don’t you fucking give me that ‘I’ve done nothing’ bullshit!”

Cheers to a new word count 🥳 I am so glad that my book has progressed to this extent. Stay for more chapters. The next day, at the Wade mansion, Victoria was excessively destructive. She broke a lot of expensive ceramic vases, ruined paintings while causing a nuisance that terrified everyone in the house. Rowan and Noah had slept at the guest house since little Noah couldn't fall asleep after having a terrifying experience last night. No one has told him about Victoria's attempt to hurt Noah but ended up stabbing Chef Gladine.

(She puts on her flashlight and videos Queen Victoria) Queen Victoria: (mumbles)... After that, I paid George to insert a neurotoxin in Austin so that his brain injury will never be fixed but the neurotoxin only made him lose some memories but that wasn't enough! I kept trying to k!ll him by trying poison his room, locking him in the storeroom and setting it on fire and so much more but all my plans failed and what's worse? He remembered his past with that stup!d b@stard nurse. But all that is nothing for me to bother about because I've gotten rid of King Roland by killing him and Austin by banishing him and as for Blair, she's gone to meet her so-called husband... (laughs evilly) Oooh! I'm

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Victoria stood frozen in the doorway, raincoat dripping onto the carpet. Her eyes locked onto the filthy scene: her husband’s thick, veiny cock buried deep in his young intern’s mouth under the desk. Lila’s lips stretched wide, mascara smudged, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, ass still glowing red from Victor’s earlier slaps, thick cum slowly leaking from her freshly fucked asshole. “Victor…” Victoria’s voice came out low and husky, laced with heat instead of anger. “You really couldn’t wait until I left for my trip?”

She opened the door herself, took one look at our faces, and led us straight to her private sitting room. “Sit,” she ordered. “Both of you.” We sat on the antique sofa. Victoria poured tea with steady hands, then settled into her chair like a queen holding court. “Tell me,” she said. Alexander explained everything — the latest message, Kane’s threats, Lena’s betrayal, Sophia’s sabotage. I added what I knew about my father’s pressure. When we finished, Victoria looked at me for a long moment, then turned to her grandson. “You have a good woman here, Alexander,” she said. “A strong one. The wrong bride turned out to be exactly the right one. But you’re still fighting it.”

I smiled, imagining it against the pale skin of her neck. “Thank you,” I told Viktor. He nodded and turned to leave. I wanted to ask him which lucky woman he had bought that bracelet for, but I didn't want to be nosy. I called Novel the second he closed the door. “Hello?” she answered with a long yawn. “Are you just waking up?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied, her voice hoarse and heavy with sleep. It was noon, and she was only just opening her eyes. My mate was truly something else.

Every move now had to be calculated with painstaking caution. Victoria, determined and quiet, made her way toward a door hidden behind Viviana’s couch, one I hadn’t noticed before. She opened it with purpose, revealing a vast study I had never set foot in. My eyes widened at the pure magnitude of it—endless shelves lined with books, each one possibly holding a secret or spell that could change our fate. The room smelled of parchment, ink, and memories long past. Victoria's fingers danced over the spines of countless volumes, her expression focused, intense, as she searched for one book in particular. When she found it, there was no hesitation. She flipped it open, her eyes scanning the ancie

Now, it was just anger—a fire deep within her chest that refused to be extinguished. She couldn’t help but replay everything that had led her here: the lies, the manipulation, the betrayal. Isabella, Lord Thomas, even the Duke, all of them playing their parts in a cruel game of power. But Victoria had never been a mere pawn. She wouldn’t be. Not now, not ever. She had already lost so much—her freedom, her dignity—but she wasn’t going to lose herself too.