The Victorian Novels & Stories

He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one. Who doesn't like Myller Hill, everyone does except from Charlotte Davies who is always cold, she is a nerd, and also a competition to Olivia Smith but was not the case because of her lonely life. But like they say, don't judge a book by its cover, Behind her solitude attitude, Charlotte Davies was broken, her family issue was affecting her. Charlotte is from a wealthy family, her dad is a politician and her late mum was a lawyer. Her step mum is always over controlling and her elder brother always argue with her. He do tell her she is a gold digger.

A thi​n line of c‍rimson leaked from a sup⁠erfici⁠a‌l c‍ut⁠ on his ja​w, a stark contrast to the deathly calm that had settled over his features. "You kill‌ed them,‌" Victoria whi​mpered, her voice st​rippe​d of its usu‌al arist⁠ocr⁠ati​c a​rrogance. She was huddled again‌st the door, her expe​ns‍ive⁠ silk dress stained wi⁠th mud and g⁠r‌ease. "You’​re insane, both of‌ you. The Vane board‍ will h​ave Interpol hunting you across the globe bef‌ore sun⁠rise."‍

Elizabeth cooed as she batted her eyes. Victoria rolled her eyes. "I told you he is no prince charming of mine. He is handsome and all but we are just friends and we are going to be friends." She reminded Elizabeth whose facial expression showed she didn't believe any of the words Victor had just told her. "Just friends? Isn't that what they all say till the lips are touching each other and the tongue is involved?" Elizabeth mumbled. Victoria scoffed. "You just want a ship don't you? Well you won't be shipping me with anyone till I say it is safe to, are we understood?" Victoria said firmly.

Pulling down the front of his suit jacket with such a small but sharp motion, the material made a snapping sound. He offered the beautiful woman in front of him his hand. “Alexander Volkov.” he announced. Victoria shook her head as she reached for his outstretched fingers. Vic squeezed his hand and offered a bright smile just before Alexander grunted in discomfort and almost yanked his hand backwards. As Victoria opened her mouth to apologize for crushing his hand, two large silent intimidating freight trains for men came rushing her way. Victoria took a half step back and started to squat defensively when Alexander lazily waved his hand in front of them. “No need gentlemen.” he smiled. Vic

Victoria replied calmly as she poured red wine into a crystal glass. “Julian Thorne stole you away from me because he was weak. He wanted a ‘son’, whereas I was creating the ‘future’. He hid you away in London, gave you the Thorne name, and hoped you would grow up to be a boring, ordinary man. But look at what you’ve become… your instincts, your intelligence, your ruthless efficiency in dismantling your enemies… all of it is the code I planted deep within you.” Liora took a long, steadying breath, trying to rein in her own emotions. She realised that confronting Victoria required not anger, but superior logic.

His white hair and red eyes made him a terrifying creature with tattoos running around his chest up to his back. The woman beside them, Victoria was a temptress with long curly red hair. Alongside her red lips and red eyes, her voice enables her to seduce her victim be it a woman or a man to do her deeds. Up to a point of willing to make her victim give their life for her. But of course, all her victims are only good for is to fulfill her thirst and if they are lucky enough, Victoria would bed them first and give them peaceful death in the midst of unforgettable pleasure.

“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!

“Keep pushing me and one day I might push back harder than a good girl like you can handle.” He stepped away before she could snap a reply, disappearing into the crowd with that lazy, confident stride. Victoria’s hands shook slightly as she opened her locker. She hated Damien Voss. He was everything she despised arrogant, rule-breaking, untouchable because of his family’s donations. The kind of guy who ruined lives for fun. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about the brief touch of his fingers against her hair?

Victoria got home in the morning. She went through a long way to get back to her town. Instead of looking like a girl who worked in a big city, Victoria looked more like she just came out of a stormy rain. “Lady Vic….” She had just passed some maids who tried to greet her; she walked toward her father’s study room and couldn’t wait to cry in his arms. But she stopped before opening the door when she heard Edward Addam talking to someone else inside.

What if Austin wakes up and says he doesn't love me anymore? Queen Victoria: Oh darling you don't have to worry about that... (quietly) Because I'll make sure he NEVER wakes up! (She murderously hides a d@gger in her robe) To be CONTINUED Y'all please help me with wonderful likes and comments