The Victorian Novels & Stories

"And Victor?" "Victor built an empire on taking what belongs to other people," Damien vowed softly, his voice dropping into a dark, lethal register. "He took your name. He took your trust. He took your uncle's life. But at 8:00 AM, when the London wires clear... he finds out what happens when he tries to take you from me." Damien kept his heavy hands resting on Elias’s waist, holding him securely on the edge of the obsidian desk. The physical weight of his presence was an anchor, a brutal, protective ring of iron shielding Elias from the storm raging outside the high-rise glass.

My fairytale had begun. Victoria. The name itself was a subtle hiss, a whisper of unspoken competition that had shadowed my happiness. It wasn't that she was overtly cruel, not in a way that would incite outright rebellion or garner sympathy. Victoria operated on a different plane, one of polished smiles and barbed compliments, of carefully cultivated perceptions and an uncanny ability to find the softest underbelly of anyone she deemed a rival. And in her eyes, from the moment Earnest and I had become an undeniable fixture in the school’s social ecosystem, I was precisely that: a rival.

"We've fortified your privacy settings and implemented additional security measures. Victoria's attempts to tarnish your reputation will be in vain." Relief flooded over me, but the battle was far from over. Victoria was relentless, driven by jealousy and a desire to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers. We had to stay vigilant and ensure that she didn't find any weak points in our armor. Weeks turned into months as we continued to fend off Victoria's relentless pursuit. Every attempt to expose my past was met with resilience and a united front from Alexander and me. We knew that our love was built on a foundation stronger than any external force could shatter.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

I asked, my voice dropping into a flat, deadly register that dripped with absolute disdain. Victoria stopped a few paces away from me, crossing her arms over the sheer fabric of her short red dress. Her eyes swept over my sharp tuxedo, a bitter, twisted smirk lingering on her lips, though her jaw was tight with restrained fury. "I saw you sneaking out the back like a thief in the night, Maximo," Victoria sneered, her tone laced with spite. "Looking for your little pet? She's still inside, playing the refined corporate executive. But we both know what she really is, don't we? A cheap whore trying to seduce you into fixing her pathetic life."

as Victoria called it. One afternoon, I stumbled into the library to find them orchestrating a grand production. "You're just in time!" Victor declared, tying what looked like a tablecloth around his neck like a cape. "For what?" I asked warily. "A reenactment!" Victoria said brightly, thrusting a battered sword into my hand. "Of the Great Battle of the Garden Fountains!" I blinked at her. "The what now?" Victor grinned. "When you chased off the stag that was eating Katie’s roses!"

If he wanted to claim her and her daughter he would need to speak English even if it was broken. “She is mine. I chose her.” He said standing possessively in front of her. “Viktor what about your fated mate, if you find her you will have to reject her?” “She is mate” he growled, flashing his wolf to me. ‘Viktor, is she your fated?’ I linked him. All this fighting was causing fear to drip out of Victoria.

She actually let out a sharp, genuine laugh right in my face, her eyes glittering with a terrifying, malicious amusement. "You really do not understand who you are dealing with, do you, Jordan?" Victoria explained coldly, reaching up to aggressively straighten the lapel of my expensive suit jacket. "I do not care about love, affection, or your pathetic, brooding temper tantrums. I am here for absolute, undisputed power, and nothing you say or do will ever terrify me enough to walk away from the Southern Pack throne."

Victoria practically shouted out aloud. "What about you, Alexander? You can't agree to this, right? You used to flip out when a guy used to lay his eyes on me. Will, you let just any other guy insert his dick inside me. Mate or no mate, king or no king, he is the other guy for you, ain't he?" Victoria said, looking at Alexander, who was still deep in thought. "Please pardon my manners and words," She said to Christopher, who waved his hand awkwardly.

She was a slightly chubby woman in her seventies yet she preferred to be referred to as a Lady. Alex stepped out, leaving Violet alone. She felt somewhat optimistic that Violet would be alright but she feared Violet would develop self esteem issues because of her scars. So she decided to start searching for herbs that could cure her. Alex herself had basic education about medicine so it was alright for her to search for medicine.