Victoria: A Novel Novels & Stories

Victória was reasonably tall, standing at 5'9". People often said she was perfection incarnate. Her skin was fair, her beauty striking, and her figure incredible. Bruno had always felt incredibly lucky to have Victória as his fiancée. The only thing that displeased him was that she was too reserved. She lacked the gentleness and thoughtfulness Ciara possessed. In the month they had been dating, they hadn’t even kissed. She always found reasons to avoid or reject his advances and was reluctant whenever he tried to touch her. “Victória, you’re back? I clearly remember Grandma kicking you out of this family and this house!” Ciara taunted. “Kicked her out? Why?” Bruno asked. “I went to her room

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

Then, with the economy of someone who had decided the matter was settled: “The soup’s probably cold now. You should call them.” He went back to his notebook. I called them. But later, after he was asleep and Gerald was face-down on the pillow beside him and the city was doing its nighttime thing outside the window, I sat in the chair by the glass and thought about Victoria’s file. About what she had been holding. About what she might still be holding. We had found Priya. We had stopped one channel. But Victoria had been building this for years, and people who build things for years rarely build them with only one door.

"What are you talking about?" "Ask your precious billionaire where he was the night before he 'accidentally' met you in that elevator," Victoria whispered viciously, taking a slow step forward. "Ask him about the real reason the Ravencourt empire is built on blood and silence. You think you know the monster you're sleeping with? You haven't seen anything yet." Before Tiffany could demand an explanation, Victoria spun on her heel, the sharp click of her heels fading rapidly into the busy SoHo street noise as she disappeared into the evening crowd.

“Sure! I am curious.” Victoria let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling. “I was a human when a vampire raped me and turned me into a vampire afterward.” “I see ….” I tightened my grip. My Victoria was raped …. She touched my cheek. “What? Now you pity me?” “You have suffered a difficult life.” “I did, but I survived.” “You are truly a survivor, darling. I am proud of you.” Victoria said nothing. “Sometimes, I wished to die. The rape memory is terrible. I often have nightmares because of that.” Then she touched my cheek. “But since I became your mistress, I have never had the nightmares again.”

The spy’s eyes widened, then glistened from the tears that glossed them, “Mr Mo— “1 minute.” “Fine!” Finally admitting defeat, “I’ll tell the truth.” ********* Victoria couldn’t help but walk around the library shown to her by Joseph, right after expressing her interest in reading. It was huge, from carrying encyclopedias to simple magazines and bibliographies. She finally settled on a tour magazine which was a guide to the best spots in the island, as a grieving widow—learning about her surroundings was the least she could do. It was getting late when the door barged open, she flinched. Vincent walked in, with annoyance written all over his face, ignoring her gracefully when he went towards

She looked disheveled, her expensive coat torn, her blonde hair messy, and blood soaking through the makeshift bandage wrapped around her ribs from the conservatory firefight. "It's over, Victoria," Damian’s deep voice boomed out, echoing off the high glass walls as he stepped into the room, his rifle aimed squarely at her chest. Victoria froze. She turned slowly, her blue eyes wide with manic, cornered desperation. "Damian..." Victoria breathed, a bitter, bloody laugh tearing from her throat. "You think you’ve won? You think pulling down a few servers destroys what I’ve built over twenty years?" Her eyes darted behind Damian, landing on Daphne and me standing side-by-side.

Where had that thought come from? His full lips turned upward as he reached over and plucked a novel of the shelf and handed it to her. “Try this one.” Accepting the book, Victoria glanced at it. A well-muscled, shirtless man with a tool belt riding low on his waist graced the cover. “Naked Help,” she read, then chuckled as she placed it back on the shelf. “Not my thing.”

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

"By becoming something so dangerous that the message got through. Stop hurting children, or I will end you." Dominic was still looking at the photographs. He wasn't looking away. He was absorbing every detail like he needed to understand the woman who'd built the organization he was about to run. "Why are you showing us this?" Dominic asked Victoria. "Why tell us any of this?" Victoria walked to a metal table and sat on its edge. She looked ancient in the warehouse light. Like someone who'd been carrying weight for so long she'd forgotten what it felt like to be light. "Because your future mother-in-law didn't disappear because she lost her nerve," Victoria said. "She disappeared because she