Victoria Gilbert Books In Order Novels & Stories

Victoria had been his confidant for as long as he could remember, and he trusted her with his life. One day, Lady Victoria fell into a deep trance. It was not uncommon for her to go into trances, as it was a part of her voodoo practice. But this time was different. She saw an image of Selena Nightshade, a friend and sorceress to the kingdom, assisting Kelvin, the rogue Alpha in brutally overthrowing Alpha Caleb. The vision was so vivid that it felt like it was happening right in front of her. Victoria was jolted out of the trance by the intensity of the vision.

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

Adeline moved aside to give space to Victoria. Standing beside the bed, Victoria glanced between Dorian and the Book of Spells before swallowing hard. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. My heart started beating erratically as she opened her mouth. Just like Asteria used to do, Victoria started enchanting the spells of foreign language under her breath.

“Tell them I—” “Tell them yourself,” he cut in gently, and then slipped away like smoke. —---- I found Victor and Victoria curled on the library floor, surrounded by books far too advanced for their age. Okay, admittedly, maybe I had to remind myself over and over again that they are children anymore. Victor was reading quietly and Victoria subtly murmuring over the texts that she was reading. It is something about medicinal plants and the likes. When they saw me, Victor gasped. “Vlad!”

The whispers in the night grew louder, their source eluding comprehension. The twist in this chapter unfolded when Victoria stumbled upon an old journal tucked away in the library. Its pages, yellowed with time, bore the elegant script of a previous resident of Sterling Manor. The entries spoke of love, loss, and a twist that had altered the course of their story. Intrigued, Victoria delved deeper into the journal, uncovering tales of a hidden room, secret passages, and a mystery that had become intertwined with the very essence of Sterling Manor. The echoes of the past seemed to converge, weaving a narrative that begged to be unraveled.

“In front of everyone.” There was a beat of silence before Gerald chuckled. “I see she’s grown a backbone. No matter. She’ll need it for what’s coming.” “I want her to suffer,” Victoria growled. “Do you hear me? I want her humiliated. Shattered.” “Careful,” Gerald said, voice suddenly sharp. “Desperation clouds judgment. But lucky for you, I’ve already set things in motion. I was going to wait a little longer, but your little incident just accelerated my timeline.”

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

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.

She set the pruning shears on the table with a sharp metallic clack that cut through the silence. As the older woman walked away, Victoria smiled in quiet satisfaction. She picked up the shears again and snipped two stems of chrysanthemums that were about to bloom. That evening, Sebastian arrived at the Reed estate with Evelyn. An elderly man was already waiting by the door. “That’s the head butler, he’s been with the family forever,” Sebastian explained casually. The man bowed politely. “Miss Sinclair, I’m Gilbert. But please, call me Gil.” Evelyn smiled politely. “Good evening, Mr. Gilbert.”

"Don't. Gregory was trying to torment us. There's no such thing as—" "There is." Victoria cut him off. "Not in the way Gregory described it. Not as some supernatural doom hanging over us. But there is a pattern. A history. And you need to know about it." She stood, moved to a cabinet, and pulled out an old leather-bound book. The kind you'd find in a museum. She set it on the table between us. "This is the Sterling family record. Kept by your great-great-grandmother and passed down through the generations." She opened it carefully. The pages were yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. "Every birth, every death, every significant event—recorded here."