Victoria: A Novel Novels & Stories

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?”

VICTORIA The note was three sentences long. I read it once. Then I read it again. Then two more times after that. The first sentence was just my name. Victoria. Like she wanted to make sure I knew it was for me and no one else. The second sentence said: I know what they want to do to you and I can't let them use me to do it. The third sentence said: I have somewhere to go that they haven't found. I will find you when it's safe.

Or somewhere she couldn’t reach him. Which meant he wouldn’t know about Mia until it was too late. Victoria set down her phone and returned to the window. Somewhere out there, Viktor’s people were following a gray Honda. Waiting for the right moment. Preparing to create an accident that would look tragic and random and completely unavoidable. Preparing to eliminate the woman who’d stolen her husband’s heart. Victoria should feel relieved. Should feel satisfied. Should feel like justice was being served. But all she felt was empty. And somewhere deep inside, where she tried not to look too closely, she felt something else.

The body fell, and I stumbled back, but another hand caught me before I could reach Liam. It all blurred gunshots, fists, my own scream choked in my throat. Liam fought like an animal, like a man who had nothing left to lose. But there were too many of them, and I realized then, with a crushing certainty, that this wasn’t a random attack. This was Victoria. This was her message: You can’t protect her. A hard blow struck my temple, and the world spun black.

Victoria Island Billionaires The Complete Series MARICRUZ ROSALES A Second Chance At Love The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby Nanny To The Billionaire's Daughter The Billionaire's Revenge From One Night To Forever Copyright © 2019 by Maricruz Rosales All Rights Reserved. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. All incidents are pure invention. A SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE Blurb Romance is in the air in the exotic Victoria Island with its endless lakes and lagoons and the vast Atlantic Ocean!

"Somewhere Ghost will never find you." "He'll look," I said. "Let him look," Victoria said. "He won't find you until I'm ready. Until the baby's born. Until I can take everything from him the way your father took everything from me." "My father didn't kill Sarah," I argued. "His war did," Victoria countered. "Same thing." We drove for an hour. Out of the city. Into the countryside. Finally stopped at a compound. Gated. Secured. Remote. "Welcome to your new home," Victoria said.

"I haven’t asked his name yet, but he’s got the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.” I nearly choked. The woman laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. She adjusted herself properly in the seat opposite, crossing her long legs. “I'm Victoria. On business from New York. And from the look of things, this trip just got a hell of a lot more interesting.” Her gaze dropped to my crotch again. “Jesus, that thing is impressive even through your pants. Mind if I get a closer look?” Sophie reached over without waiting for my answer, unzipping me again. My huge cock sprang free, still slick from her spit. Victoria’s eyes widened with genuine hunger.

Every move now had to be calculated with painstaking caution. Victoria, determined and quiet, made her way toward a door hidden behind Viviana’s couch, one I hadn’t noticed before. She opened it with purpose, revealing a vast study I had never set foot in. My eyes widened at the pure magnitude of it—endless shelves lined with books, each one possibly holding a secret or spell that could change our fate. The room smelled of parchment, ink, and memories long past. Victoria's fingers danced over the spines of countless volumes, her expression focused, intense, as she searched for one book in particular. When she found it, there was no hesitation. She flipped it open, her eyes scanning the ancie

Finally having enough of me insinuating that his mate was a traitor, Viktor lifted Victoria off of his lap and set her back down on her chair and stood toe to toe with me. “Damnit Viktor, I mean it stand the fuck down. I meant no harm by any of it. But we have yet to know her story. We do not know if we can fully trust her. I want to trust her. To trust you but remember why we are here and what we are trying to accomplish here. I get you are trying to protect your mate. But she is also trauma stricken. If they press her for information do you think that she would hold out like any of us? Like Vera? Vera has her baby sister to ground her out. While Victoria has Annabell, what would she not gi

as I've seen it with my very own eyes, the author should give justice to her vague description in the novel! Victoria is a lady with fair complexion like the highlights of ginger that always seemed to gleam when they capture an ample amount of light. She also has a pair of golden-jeweled eyes that looks serene as it twinkles like the stars in the night sky which symbolizes her identity as a child of the Imperial family. Her florid cheeks and flawlessly sculpted red lips, on the other hand, look as if they were crafted by the angels themselves. Gosh! She looks like an exquisite sculpture! I feel like I'm falling in love with this face. But what caught my attention the most was the color of he