The Victorian Novels & Stories

Her name was Victoria Langston—the second-best student in Special Class 1. Victoria came from a powerful, affluent family and carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who had always been told the world was hers for the taking. On the surface, she was the perfect picture of elegance—refined manners, a gentle voice, and a smile so sweet it could melt stone. But beneath that polished exterior lay something far colder.

“What exactly have we built, Sabrina? Was it the lie that piled up over the years? Was it the child you bore for me? The business deals you helped me with, so I could at least say you were useful for something other than fucking you almost every night for the past six years?” "And that is enough,” Victoria snapped once again, her voice sharp with disdain. “A woman’s body is a treasure that must be held in great value. Any man who has access to that woman’s body should be eternally grateful.” I let my eyes roam over their bodies in quick succession, the corner of my mouth still upturned, but now out of pure mockery. “Right now, those bodies stink of nothing but decay. Anything of real value d

Victoria was marrying Damien Blackwood. Even just thinking the name did something strange. Damien Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Empire, one of the most powerful companies in the country. Thirty years old. Built like someone had designed him specifically to stand at the top of things and never come down. I had seen his photographs in newspapers and on business pages, always in a dark suit, always with that expression like he was already three steps ahead of whatever room he was in. He did not look like a warm person. But Victoria didn’t need warm. Victoria needed powerful. She needed the kind of man whose name opened doors and Damien Blackwood’s name didn’t just open doors. It built them.

Victoria stood up, her gait slow and deliberate. She trailed her fingers over the intricate carvings on the mahogany desk in the corner of the room. Her father had selected this prison for her with careful consideration—everything she could possibly need was here, except freedom. But what Don Victor didn't understand was that Victoria wasn't a woman who waited for opportunity to come knocking on her door. She created them.

He carefully protected Thea's self-esteem and pride, not allowing Victoria to ruin them. Thorne reassured Thea, "I was not a narrow-minded man. I did not have any bias against vulnerable women who had encountered the wrong person. After all, it was not you victims who were wrong, but those green tea bitches who knew what they were doing and those irresponsible scumbags who changed their minds at the drop of a hat." Thorne finished speaking and then publicly called out, "Victoria, do you think I'm right?" Victoria's face was extremely ugly.

She leaned closer and whispered in Charlotte's ear, "Did you see how Mother Marian treats me? She thinks I am better than you -" "Finally, someone thinks you are better than me. At least, now, you have two points," Charlotte shot back while waving her hand at Victoria. "Makes me wonder how long you have been counting? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Your true colors have finally shown. I didn't realize you were black!" "You!" Victoria snarled. She retorted, "You think you are so high and mighty? You just lost your husband. The glory you once had has crumbled down into a million pieces!"

He looked at Victoria. “When I first met Victoria, I thought she was just another wealthy philanthropist. Someone with more money than sense, throwing it at a problem she didn’t understand.” He shook his head. “I was wrong. Victoria is not just a philanthropist. She’s a visionary. She saw something that no one else saw—a future where this disorder wasn’t a death sentence. And she built it. Brick by brick, dollar by dollar, year by year.” He raised his glass higher.

"It means the rumor is true? I thought it was just a rumor." "No. It's true. Queen Victoria was a Goddess and King Calix was a Demon before" "Sir I thought you said they are killing anyone who violates their law so why is Queen Victoria still alive? She loved a demon and as far as I remember Demons had the same rule with gods and goddesses. They also cannot love those who are not their kind."

“Ahhh!!” "Pathetic!" Victoria spat, her voice laced with a mix of rage and satisfaction. "You thought you were so special and so untouchable, didn't you? But look at you now. You’re just another broken woman, groveling at my feet like the silly little girl you actually are."

"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.