Victoria: A Novel Novels & Stories

She smiled. Victoria looked at the ceiling, sighed, and pulled at her blanket. In her heart, she secretly decided, tonight, even if it hurts, she would definitely finish it. After saying that, Victoria had never had any contact with this matter before, and even rejected them. However, as she laid on the bed, she secretly searched for some information regarding this matter, causing her face to turn completely red. After looking for a while, she felt that there was still the aura of a man left in bed. Victoria did not dare to look any further, and decided that she would do it tonight! I have to get over it no matter what...

if she tries anything i break door. at twelve noon we reached city jail. victoria was in small room. glass between. i entered alone. victoria smiled when she saw me. her hair was rough. no makeup. you came she said. good contract bride. where are children i asked. she leaned near glass. she whispered.

He began to get dressed and after saying goodbye he left her alone. Victoria sucked in a breath and tried not to cry. But she was already crying her eyes out. Between tears and more tears she ended up falling completely asleep. The next day she woke up to the rays of light that filtered through the huge windows in her room. She squeezed her eyelids shut before trying again to blink several times to get used to the light. She got to her feet and prepared to leave. When she was in the elevator her call came, it was that millionaire with whom she had spent a different night marking a before and after in her life. She didn't want to take it, she thought too long before sliding her finger on the

She had done this to us. Victoria scooped Martin into her arms. "Don't cry, or I'll leave you for good." She carried him toward his room and shot me an ugly glare over her shoulder. I watched them disappear down the hallway, and my thoughts grew more tangled with each passing second. Had I made the right choice? What I almost did before Martin stopped me… would that have been right? Was I acting irrationally? Victoria might have made some indecent videos for money, but she had always drawn a line she refused to cross. She rejected any request that might lead to sex. She had not cheated on me either. Her reason had always been the same. She wanted to make more money and ease my burden.

Victoria got home in the morning. She went through a long way to get back to her town. Instead of looking like a girl who worked in a big city, Victoria looked more like she just came out of a stormy rain. “Lady Vic….” She had just passed some maids who tried to greet her; she walked toward her father’s study room and couldn’t wait to cry in his arms. But she stopped before opening the door when she heard Edward Addam talking to someone else inside.

And no amount of mercy will save you then. Victoria turned her back on the northern horizon, pulling her torn fur coat tight around her shoulders, and limped off deeper into the dark, freezing forest to plot her revenge in the freezing dark. Back inside the warm, safe sanctuary of the royal bedchamber, Kael and Lyra knew nothing of Victoria’s bitter vows in the distant snow. The fire in the stone hearth had burned down to a bed of glowing red embers, casting a soft, warm amber light across the room. The howling of the winter wind outside only made the cozy interior feel more secure.

I was trapped in his orbit, and he knew it. Adrian circled me slowly, deliberately, eyes scanning me like a predator does its prey. I shivered where he passed, every inch of my skin aware of his presence. His gaze was heavy, intimate, claiming. “You think you can resist me, Victoria?” he murmured, stopping behind me. His hand hovered near my shoulder—not touching, just claiming space. “That defiance won’t save you. Not from me.” I swallowed hard. “I… I’m not—” “You are,” he whispered, voice low, almost a growl. “And the sooner you admit it, the easier this will be. Fighting me… is exhausting. But I can play nice, if I want. For now.”

The door clicked shut with quiet finality. Victoria stayed on the couch for a while, heart racing, a small triumphant smile playing on her lips. She finished her wine and went upstairs. In her bedroom, she left the door slightly ajar. She stripped down to nothing and lay on her bed, the storm still raging outside. Her body was already aching. She slid her hand between her thighs, finding herself soaked. Two fingers circled her swollen clit as she closed her eyes and imagined Alex’s hands instead of her own.

I say, furrowing my eyebrows at her question, "My room is bare and I want things that I like to decorate it." Hestia's expression softens, "Well you should have told me. We would have come here first if I had known. I don't know anything about you Violet. I hate to admit it, but I had assumed you were like all the other girls Anthony has encountered. Hence the reason why I took you into those clothing stores in the first place." I pick up the pajama set from the shelf beside me, "Would any of those girls like this talking cactus?" Hestia laughs, "Not at all. It's good to know that you aren't like those other girls at all."

“I don’t care who gets hurt. I don’t care what burns. All I want is you… and I’ll have you.” She crawled across the bed, reaching for her phone. Just as her fingertips brushed the device, her vision blurred, the world tilting sideways. Darkness crept in from the corners of her eyes. The bottle slipped from her hand, rolling across the sheets. Her phone lit up in the dark, buzzing against the nightstand. An unknown number. Her eyes fluttered shut as the screen continued to glow as the phone rang. The morning broke too early, pale light slipping through her curtains. By six-thirty, Victoria was already out of the shower, sliding into a black dress laced with crimson accents. Red—the color of s