Victoria: A Novel Novels & Stories

I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya. “Hello, Vanya; long time no see,” he says and tries to wriggle out of Nikolai’s grasp, but my brother has gotten stronger than her. Then she says four words that cause Kai to snap. “Please, I’ve done nothing!” Nikolai steps back quickly and Kai takes his place; he grabs Vanya by the neck and slams her back even harder. “Nothing? NOTHING?!” he roars. “You had Viktor murdered like a stray in an alleyway, Caterina almost DIED because of your meddling and Nikolai was tortured for MONTHS on end. Don’t you fucking give me that ‘I’ve done nothing’ bullshit!”

No don't come closer to me," Victoria warned and tried to move back, but lost balance and started falling off the bridge. Derrick immediately dived at her and caught her right hand. Victoria thought she was dead but opened her eyes to see someone holding her from falling off the bridge. Derrick dragged off the railings and kept her safely on the ground. "What were you thinking? He thundered, feeling so enraged. "Why didn't you let me die?" Victoria asked back with tears. "Maybe all this would stop hurting, most especially my heart.. "I am shattered and wanna have peace, so please leave me alone," Victoria pleaded and made to run towards the railings of the bridge to jump off, but got caught

I reached and I said next to him and stared at the fire and felt the heat from that distance and thought about three children in a helicopter, one where helicopters went when women with six months to live were choosing how to spend them. "I lost them," he said. Quiet. The tone of someone saying something that was beyond denial and into the realm of fact. "I actually lost them." Victoria appeared beside us. She was limping and had a burn along the length of her left forearm which she kept away from her side, and by the look of her face you could tell that she’d been through the outside of an explosion, yet so far about all right. She gazed at the fire for a moment. Then she added, “I know whe

"What's that?" "The truth." I met her eyes. "And truth has a way of winning in the end." But as I looked out over the city, watching the sun set behind the skyline, I felt the weight of what was coming. Victoria Sinclair was smart, ruthless, and connected. This fight would be brutal. And somewhere in the city, Victoria was probably smiling, thinking she'd already won. But she'd underestimated Lily Morrison. And that would be her biggest mistake..

She stepped closer, her presence looming over me as her emerald eyes bore into mine like poison. “You’re right,” she whispered darkly. “You don’t need powers because nothing can save you this time, Grace.” Suddenly, her hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly—right where the dull ache had been tormenting me for hours. Pain flared instantly, sharp and unbearable. “Let go,” I hissed, jerking away as instinct surged within me to protect the life budding inside me. But Victoria anticipated the motion. Her delicate frame swayed violently from the force, her hands flailing as she staggered back. In the blink of an eye, she collapsed onto the chair behind her, gasping dramatically.

If we failed, it would all end in fire and ash. But Victoria wouldn't let it happen. She was a predator who struck before words could be spoken, before treaties could take root. She would massacre the leaders and silence the hope they represented. I knew this because it was what I would do. And she had already taken everything from me. Kai.

Kenzo staggered, only a shallow gasp escaping his throat, and when he looked down at the blade buried in his ribs, his expression didn’t change, but Victoria felt it, felt something inside her snap, felt something inside her shatter. Katarina’s soft, mocking voice spoke to her, but Victoria wasn’t listening anymore, wasn’t thinking anymore, wasn’t breathing anymore. She only saw red. And then, before she even knew she had moved, she was on them. And then nothing was going to stop her now.

“Hey, I’m here. Sorry for the delay.” “I can return the bike, and you can ride with Hugo,” Victoria said, taking the keys from Frederick’s hand just as he lifted me into his arms. “I’ll get the Audi warmed up.” I nestled into the curve of his arm, finding comfort as my body settled into place, my head resting beneath his chin. As my eyes fluttered open and closed, I couldn’t help but marvel at the rain cascading down and the sky filled with rolling gray thunderclouds. I felt no sensation of the rain on my skin, as if I was completely detached from the world around me.

The building was stark and institutional, smelling of disinfectant and desperation. Victoria was brought to a small interview room, her designer clothes replaced with an orange jumpsuit, her perfectly styled hair now showing gray roots. But her eyes were still sharp, still calculating, as she sat across from them. "Well," Victoria said, a bitter smile on her lips. "The happy family comes to gloat." "We're not here to gloat," Luna said calmly. "We're here for the truth." "The truth?" Victoria laughed harshly. "Which truth do you want? The one where I'm the villain, or the one where I'm just another victim of Richard Vaughn's empire?"

He'd got them at the end of the day. Victoria is on the ground, she can hardly see Max or the rest. But she sees some men in dark outfits heading towards her. “When she's about to do something they send over an arrow towards and the arrow enters into our body and immediately, she falls into dizziness.”