The Victorian Novels & Stories

Victoria had worn black trousers on her first day and although he didn't get much of a look at her spectacularly long and sleek legs, the trousers fit like a second skin and her beautifully rounded ass looked amazing in them whenever she bent over and presented it towards him. Victoria wore a relatively low cut purple top, it's plunging V-shaped neckline displaying a good portion of her impressively large tits and impossibly deep cleavage. If he had to compare her breast size he would put it somewhere in the Pamela Anderson, Carmen Electra Baywatch kind of range. Definitely more than a handful for anyone who was lucky enough to get their hands on those impressive jugs.

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

By the looks of Thomas and Sister Margaret, the idea was unanimous, and the new heroes of England had emerged. This is how the Victorian Society of Strange Occurrences was born.

Victoria wasn’t going to win. Not tonight.

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.