The Victorian Novels & Stories

" 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?”

“I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.” “Well then, good for you.” Victoria pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room. “You know you’re always lucky.” My eyes narrowed slightly. Did she just call this luck? “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “It means no matter the situation, you somehow end up getting the good stuff. I let out a sharp laugh. “The good stuff you say?” “Is it not?” Victoria tilted her head. “He’s rich, powerful, influential. Most women would kill for that.”

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 lied guiltily. Valentina had always believed Victória, so she didn't doubt that Victória would have an interview in the evening. “Be careful, and come back right after the interview.” Victoria nodded and went to change on the second floor, then, as she didn't want to be presentable in front of Jackson, she didn't choose her pretty dresses, in fact, she just took a white T-shirt and light brown pants, then tied her hair up in a bun with an elastic band, and wore no make-up.

Roderick smiled, "Where do you want to see?" "I'm warning you, if you dare to sexually harass me, I won't be polite to you." Victoria warned Roderick. This man was a dangerous object that could explode at any time, she felt that she needed to be on guard against. Otherwise, she would have no place to cry if this man became a beast.

A spasm went through my body, and my muscles were busy protesting the pain it was being put through. "Victorianna would not think twice about killing a baby. I also had no intention of being forced to stay with the cheating bastard. I was lucky enough that we both survived. Victorianna had Enrickio in the year 1750. She survived the delivery with help from a wizard, but it cost dearly. She had what she wanted, though, an heir to the throne and full control over the king. I went away for a while. The dark ages started." The last part trailed off before I continued.

“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.”

I could not let them see how shaken I was. I poured myself a drink and downed it in one gulp. Then another. The alcohol burned but it did not calm me down. There was a knock on my study door. "Damien? Are you in there?" It was Victoria. I set down my glass and called out, "Come in." Victoria entered, looking elegant as always in a navy blue dress. She was thirty five, three years older than me, and had inherited Eleanor's sharp features and sharper mind. She had been in London for the past two weeks overseeing our European operations.

She met his gaze, steady despite the fear that I could see crawling beneath her ribs with the way she kept tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Victoria Blackthorne does not lose wars,” Viktor said quietly. Annabelle inhaled slowly. “Then she shouldn’t have started one with me.” For the first time since we got here and started this boring conversation, Viktor’s expression shifted into something resembling respect.