The Victorian Novels & Stories

"Victoria Blackwood. Alexander's cousin." So this was Victoria. The woman who stood to inherit everything if Alexander failed to marry. Up close, she was intimidatingly perfect: not a hair out of place, a designer dress hugging her slim figure, diamond earrings catching the light.

" I laughed helplessly. The first wedding gift that Victoria received was my femur. Of course, human bones were different from animal bones. Victoria had been busy preparing for the wedding, so she hadn't made a carving for some time. She didn't have much to do that day, so she grabbed my femur and headed into her room. She was momentarily stunned when her fingers brushed across an indent on my femur. I knew that she was thinking about me because I had the same indent on my thigh that I got when I was a child. Victoria used to touch that indent during countless nights in the past, asking me if it hurt.

Victoria stood frozen in the doorway, raincoat dripping onto the carpet. Her eyes locked onto the filthy scene: her husband’s thick, veiny cock buried deep in his young intern’s mouth under the desk. Lila’s lips stretched wide, mascara smudged, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, ass still glowing red from Victor’s earlier slaps, thick cum slowly leaking from her freshly fucked asshole. “Victor…” Victoria’s voice came out low and husky, laced with heat instead of anger. “You really couldn’t wait until I left for my trip?”

Victoria hugged Victor and kissed his cheek. “But he is a married man,” Victor was apprehensive when he learned that Victoria was into a married man. He thought Matthew was a bachelor but when Victoria introduced Matthew to him he caught sight of the man’s wedding ring. “His wife is cheating on him. I have to seize this opportunity dad. In just a matter of time, he will be divorcing his wife. What if another woman jumps in?” Victoria said and swung Victor’s arm lightly.

Victoria thanked Lazaro kindly, before heading back to work. Lazaro had a bad reputation throughout high society, and although Victoria had never met him before, she had heard a bit about him, and knew that the best thing to do was to keep a safe distance from him. However, Victória had already caught Lazaro's eye, and to be more precise, he wanted that woman in his bed anyway.

"What... what do you mean? You said we were taking control of the company." Victoria let out a soft, bitter laugh that sounded like dry leaves scraping over stone. "I don't care about the company, Julian," Victoria whispered, her right hand reaching down to rest gently over the grip of her pistol. "I built empires and lost them. Money is paper. What I want... what I have bled for... is total, absolute destruction. Tomorrow, when Arthur Sterling takes that stage, I am going to tear the beating heart out of the Sterling bloodline. And Damian Vance will watch it happen, helpless in the dark."

Victoria's empire started to crumble, and her hold over us began to slip away. But Victoria wasn't one to go down without a fight. She retaliated with a ferocity that took us by surprise. She launched a smear campaign, painting me as a gold-digging opportunist and Xander as a clueless fool blinded by his infatuation. Her words hit us like daggers, testing the strength of our bond and our resolve to stay true to ourselves.

Victoria. “Hey… Madam Newton,” she grinned, her voice laced in that smooth British accent, her outfit as chaotic as ever. Baggy cargo pants. A white vest. A mismatched flannel shirt tied around her waist and combat boots that looked like she’d kicked a few men with them. Hair in a loose braid, black nails. Typical Vik. My friend Victoria is everything but girly. Hell, she even has a fiancé. And let’s just say I once had to slap some sense into her after she confessed she had feelings for me. Yeah. That awkward.

He had the mind of a tactician, and he was poised to take the Thatcher empire to greater heights. Victor knew better than to underestimate him. But it didn’t change the fact that he had to find a way to make sure Theodore never reached that 30th birthday with all the power in his hands. The battle for the Thatcher fortune was about to get real, and Victor wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers.

“That is not like this.” “Yeah?” Victoria let out a short, bitter laugh. “I understand. What you were doing wasn't sex at all. It was an accident, I'm sure of it. Your dick just slipped into her, and that’s how it all happened? I know how these things work. A hoe’s a hoe to the best of us.” “Victoria—” “Don't raise your voice, that doesn't make you right!” she cut him off, her voice suddenly turning cold and tired. " So if you would please GET lost.. I feel sick just seeing you in front of me right now. I don’t want the rest of my night ruined.”