Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

She kept touching herself through the aftershocks, drawing out every last moan until she was breathless and trembling. Silence fell. Then, faintly, she heard his study door open and close again. Footsteps paused outside her room for several long seconds before retreating. Victoria lay there, chest heaving, a satisfied glow settling over her skin. The first real crack had formed in Alexander Hawthorne’s ironclad control. And she was nowhere near finished widening it.

His Kingdom is not that far from the Lucky Kingdom. Meanwhile Novella was very arrogant and rude to the maids; to get revenge, they tampered with the measurements of her golden dress. The novella would beat the maids without a reason or explanation. She was a slob, a heavy eater, and gains much weight with her unhealthy eating.

“I’m not the scared little girl you abandoned years ago. You may have killed my parents, but you won’t take this company or my life from me.” “Oh, yes, we will. You know why? Because we’ve got everything ready. Go on, check the company’s news. You’re really trending!” I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone. Notifications flooded my screen—tags, comments, and hateful articles. Did Victoria, the granddaughter of Mr. Charles Arlington, really kill Marianne? I scrolled down and saw another headline: Rumors claim Victoria married Marianne’s husband. When Marianne tried to claim what was hers, Victoria killed her!

No messy breakups in the press. Almost too clean. She was about to close the laptop when the elevator chimed. Her heart slammed against her ribs. It was past midnight. No one should have access. The doors slid open. Victoria stepped out—still in the same cream dress from the wedding, heels clicking like gunshots on marble. She carried a bottle of vintage Bordeaux in one hand, two crystal glasses in the other. She stopped when she saw Emily on the sofa. “Well,” Victoria drawled, lips curving. “The new Mrs. Knight. Up late playing house?”

With her hands, she caused enmity with so many people and sent them away from her life. Now she thought back to Emily and how she had caused an enmity between the young woman who was forever loyal to her, and her wicked self. But she still can't help it. What would Emily be doing in a seat above hers on a normal? Why will Emily have such a good advancement when she still works as a maid in NovesTech? This will not happen, the woman shook her head and washed her face—taking the mood on her countenance, far from the face of the earth. Victoria headed to the door and walked out after some time.

" An excited victoria who thinks that her days in the gym has started paying off asked Frank Days later. She bought a new set of Red lingerie that suited her so well. Tonight she had a cool bath and wore lingerie to pose in front of Frank who was reading a novel. "Hahahaha!" Frank burst into laughter and almost fell off the bed, startling Victoria. She looked around and looked at herself to check if she could find anything funny but she found none, she thought it was the novel actually that amused him. So She shrugged the laughter off and asked Frank again as he has stopped laughing and has concentrated once more on his novel. "Frank! "Ain't I talking to you? Victoria asked as she didn't hea

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

The spy’s eyes widened, then glistened from the tears that glossed them, “Mr Mo— “1 minute.” “Fine!” Finally admitting defeat, “I’ll tell the truth.” ********* Victoria couldn’t help but walk around the library shown to her by Joseph, right after expressing her interest in reading. It was huge, from carrying encyclopedias to simple magazines and bibliographies. She finally settled on a tour magazine which was a guide to the best spots in the island, as a grieving widow—learning about her surroundings was the least she could do. It was getting late when the door barged open, she flinched. Vincent walked in, with annoyance written all over his face, ignoring her gracefully when he went towards

While Xavier, Marcus, and Emily were planning their dark trap in the southern woods, far away across the high snowy mountains, in a quiet, rich town near the eastern border, sitting inside a warm, beautiful stone house was Victoria. Victoria was Alpha Kael’s younger cousin. She was a beautiful young woman with bright green eyes, long golden hair that curled softly around her shoulders, and a sharp, clever mind. Victoria sat near a bright, warm fireplace in her private sitting room. She wore a soft green velvet dress lined with cream-colored lace. On the wooden table beside her sat a cup of hot chamomile tea, a small plate of butter cookies, and a long letter written on white paper with a roy

“Because she was a virgin?” Alexander met his gaze, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes. “Because she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met.” Victor said nothing. A tense silence stretched between them one that was shattered when the office door swung open. “Who’s a virgin?” Victoria’s sultry voice filled the room as she stepped inside, her lips curled into an amused smirk. She was dressed impeccably, as always—her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her fitted dress hugging every curve. Victor took that as his cue to leave, giving Alexander a knowing look before slipping out.