Stories Set In Victorian Times 소설 & 이야기

He must get to the supermarket to pick up the stuff Claire wanted, but for now, he had to keep focused, otherwise he wouldn’t get his work done. Alex pulled out his laptop, sat back at his desk and made a space in the center of the pile of books and handwritten notes. The amount of material he found on the history of Victorian asylums had surprised him. He was amazed at the speed at which these institutions had sprung up in almost every town. Not only in Britain but America too, followed by other parts of the empire such as Canada, Australia, and India. Like medical mass hysteria. Nothing prepared him for the tales of how the mentally ill were treated in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuri

Jocelyn’s POV I was always drawn to stories. Romances in particular. I loved the juicy ones where the male character didn’t notice the right girl until she slipped away, only for a better man to be the perfect fit, leaving him devastated that he had been so blind. Or the catty ones where she got the guy, but he kept giving pieces of his attention to some sultry woman, only to realise too late that he should have appreciated what he already had. Then there were the forbidden loves, two people fighting for each other against all odds. Werewolves, vampires, princes and princesses. Marrying up and marrying down.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

The book has a stable cast of characters and some others will be recurring. this book takes place in Victorian England and the work won't ignore the time period, so expect some time-period problems like racism, bigotry, etc, they exist in this universe. But characters from all walks of life will be present in the book (LGBTQ+ and BIPOC can appear is what I mean). This book does try to stay as truthful to the time period as possible and the legends and folk tales of the places it tackles, however, some historical anachronisms may happen, and sometimes I will favour fiction over historical accuracy.

Good day and welcome to another story written by myself, Vanessa Nicole. The following story will have a feel of the Victorian Era as well as many other eras. There will be many triggers in this story too so I shall warn you here. I specifically love tragedy more than romance so expect some dark stuff! AND MY FANTASIES WILL BE IN THIS BOOK! Under no circumstances should you read the following story and you are younger than 18. *** I also just want to quickly take this time to say thank you to Eva Harlowe who gave me a lecture on the mannerisms and 'wordings' I never knew existed and the idea that will be added to this book some time later.

he coughed, his eyes alight with the tales of the past, “Queen Victoria’s reign began in 1837. She was the second-longest reigning Queen of England, coming just behind the current matriarch, Queen Elizabeth II. The Victorian Era is most notable – in my humble opinion – for its rapid advances in technology. This was the time of trains, of the London Underground, of vaccines and of cures and of education.” I kept my eyes focused on the powerpoint slide as he spoke. I agreed with him, to an extent – the Victorian Era had been incredible, awe-inspiring. But it had also brought with it death, in the crowded, smog-filled cities, and in its factories, with tiny children working from young ages. He

Suddenly they're talking about the equinox festival, and I'm spared. "You can always change your major again," Harvey says. "Yeah, I'm thinking I'll give history a go again." "What part of history would you most want to learn about?" I set my fork on the rim of my plate. "The Victorians, probably, and not just because this is a very Victorian town, and I live in a very Victorian house." He asks, "What is it about them?" "Their attention to detail, obsession with death, misuse of poisons, gothic novels — they're so theatrically strange. I think it'd be fun."

She hoped that fate would guide Alexander back to her, allowing their story to continue beyond the confines of the enchanting masquerade. Chapter 9: In Search of True Love Days turned into weeks, and the city buzzed with whispers of the mysterious woman who had captured Alexander Lockwood's heart. Determined to find the one who fit the glass slipper, he embarked on a quest that led him to every corner of Evermore. From opulent mansions to humble cottages, Alexander searched for the woman who held the other half of his soul. Each encounter brought him closer to his ultimate goal, and he remained undeterred by the challenges that lay ahead.

“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

Yet, there lingered an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that both intrigued and unnerved Victoria. One evening, while exploring the mansion for potential wedding locations, Victoria stumbled upon a door tucked away in a secluded corridor. Its ornate design stood in stark contrast to the muted elegance of the rest of the house. The door, seemingly untouched for years, begged to be opened. As she turned the handle, the door creaked open, revealing a room frozen in time. Victorian-era furniture adorned the space, and the walls were adorned with sepia-toned photographs. Victoria's eyes widened as she realized the room was a shrine, a memorial to a love lost in the passage of time.