The Victorian Mga Nobela at Kwento

Raven could hear the soft murmur of voices, the rustle of fabric, Victoria’s occasional laugh. When the seamstresses finally stepped back, Raven turned to the full-length mirror. She barely recognized herself. Not the hunted child. Not even the turned girl from the rift. A woman. Strong. Beautiful. Ready. The door opened. Victoria stepped in—gown unfinished but already devastating. Crimson velvet hugged every curve, silver thorns embroidered along the neckline and cuffs. Her auburn hair was half-pinned in loose waves, ruby eyes bright with something raw and reverent. They stared at each other.

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at the waiting court and his parents. “Lady Viktoria of Ezorona has been born.” He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t really call her Lady since she was a dhampir, but he hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for doing this just this once. His father scowled before storming away. His mother patted the sides of his arms and whispered that there was always the next time, but Victor knew there wouldn’t be. This was the only chance the saints had given him. Viktoria’s POV

"You’re talking about my children as if they're vintage wine. We just finished burning one empire to the ground, Victoria. Don’t think for a second we won't start on yours." Victoria didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink. She merely adjusted the silk wrap around her shoulders with her smile remaining as polished and immovable as marble. "Twelve, please. Your bravado was charming when you were playing the role of a billionaire’s husband in Dallas, but out here in the real world? You’re a prototype whose warranty has expired. You’re only alive because my husband has a penchant for preservation."

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.

he added and brought out his hand for a handshake. ""Nice meeting you too," I hope we get along, Victoria replied and moved on to the next person, without taking his hand. "You are looking so gorgeous HR. "I'm sure God perfectly moulded a goddess like you on Monday, the first day of his creation," another Handsome young man in early thirties complimented which left Victoria blushing, but she didn't stop and walked past him. "I'm victor, We have similar names which makes us even and a perfect match, please let's rub hearts together," another man said which made victoria giggle.

It could go against Queen Victoria's place as the Queen of all vampires. It took Queen Victoria a few seconds to realise that her sister questioned her in front of all the vampire masters. It was supposed to be the place when Valeria was supposed to shut her mouth. She was supposed to know that Queen Victoria could never do anything to harm her sisters in any way. Queen Victoria was shocked yet again as Valeria stood up from her place and walked in front of the throne Queen Victoria was on. Princess Valeria was staring into Queen Victoria's eyes. That was the moment Queen Victoria finally realised the trick Winston had used against Queen Victoria. He brought Valeria to stand against Queen Vi

"Shut your mouth, I wasn't talking to you" "You were talking about Victoria who I happen to own" Victoria glared at him, that she was in love with him doesn't give him the audacity to claim ownership of her. She was not an object, she was just a girl who was hopelessly in love with a man who may never even love her. "She is not an object you bastard"

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".

Victoria was little taken aback by my question, she looked lost in her thought for couple of seconds before confirmed “Yes!.... that’s all.....” Her answer angered me to height where I aggressively leaned ahead and harshly pinned her down on sofa under me..... “Ka...bir......” she tried to struggle but her efforts went all in vein as I pulled her both hands on either side of her head.... “Are you that ignorant VICTORIA?” I questioned reducing gap between our faces “Ah... haa..... wh... what do you mean?” she questioned me in confused voice “Don’t you fucking remember yourself whoring out yesterday... huh?” I questioned her in deep voice, Victoria knitted her eyebrow and quickly replied “I wa

But the power in her words was strong enough to send cold through someone's spine. "I'm just so impatient, I hate her so much. vicious prostitute." Victoria cursed out, followed by a visible smirk. She was happy Margaret was on her side and didn't see her as a competition. They were both married into the family and everyone wants power and supremacy. She also. But Margaret's was so obvious. She doesn't hide it, she didn't want anyone taking her place.