The Victorian Novels & Stories

"Who is she?" "That is none of your business," he glares before smiling once again. "I've got something for you and also, something to show you." I don't say anything and just stare at him. His silver orbs were no longer looking the same. They had a different intention, a different aura, they didn't have the Alex that I thought I knew. He brings out an orange flower and then shoves it in my hair. "So gorgeous," I shiver when his skin makes contact with mine. "Look at this, look what they did to me," he raises the newspaper to me. Who even reads- anyways- it reads, ALEXANDER McCANN; WANTED FOR MURDER.

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in

Even though I knew these were only the things his parents had taught him, seeing contented families lounging in the grass and enjoying liberties I'd never experienced felt lovely. I turned west and noticed the vacant buildings that flanked the downtown streets, wondering not for the first time what it looked like when the area was bustling with hundreds of people traveling to and from work. It must have been a sight to behold, but now all that's left in the streets are the skeletal bones of a civilization ravaged by monsters—monsters who now control me. Leaving the downtown area, Aric headed for the Brown's Addition neighborhood, where most of the city's vampire elite resided because of its

🌹 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.

Viktor Viktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing a

Edward Ashford had been Victoria's husband. They had married in 1935 — Edward the eldest son of the Ashford family line, Victoria the ambitious, brilliant woman from a minor family who had understood from the moment of their introduction that Edward was not merely a man she loved but an alignment of purpose. Edward saw possibility in property and hospitality before the industry had the vocabulary to describe what he was seeing. Victoria saw the machinery required to turn possibility into empire. They were, in the truest sense, a matched pair — his vision, her execution, the combination producing something neither could have achieved alone.

Each time he pushed me further, making me moan his name and beg for more. “You are learning fast,” he said during a short break. He handed me a glass of water and watched me drink. “Most girls break under this kind of night. But you… you take it and still look beautiful.” I set the glass down and touched his chest. “I take it because I have to,” I replied honestly. “But you feel good, Julian. Tell me more about the council vote. How did you make them choose Victoria for the children?” He pulled me onto his lap and entered me again. “Money and threats,” he groaned as I moved on him. “Victoria works for me now. She will hand the children over when I say so. Havisham thinks he is winning but I

Victoria defended. Elizabeth's knees weakened as it dawned on her. Matthew Smith was the same person and Mathew Jason Smith and he was indeed the owner of Smith technologies. She had not asked him about his job and even if they spoke about his job, he never mentioned that he was the CEO of Smith technologies. She had completely made a fool of herself. If Mathew was Victoria's boss and then the man she fell in love with. Victoria didn't really steal her man after her; she knew how much Victoria admired this man since she was a teenager.

He then said, " Thank you my Queen for the gift. " Victoria tries to explain herself and said" No No your royal highness it's not my...." before she could complete her words two cats jumps there and started fighting like wild animals. Victoria becomes scared and stands back to Alexander. Alexander looks at the two wild cat fighting in front of him and a scared cat beside him. He smirks and takes out his sword to kill the cats but Victoria stops him and said:" Your royal highness you can't kill them".

I knew Victoria has a wolf. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.