Victoria Potter Novels & Stories

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

(She puts on her flashlight and videos Queen Victoria) Queen Victoria: (mumbles)... After that, I paid George to insert a neurotoxin in Austin so that his brain injury will never be fixed but the neurotoxin only made him lose some memories but that wasn't enough! I kept trying to k!ll him by trying poison his room, locking him in the storeroom and setting it on fire and so much more but all my plans failed and what's worse? He remembered his past with that stup!d b@stard nurse. But all that is nothing for me to bother about because I've gotten rid of King Roland by killing him and Austin by banishing him and as for Blair, she's gone to meet her so-called husband... (laughs evilly) Oooh! I'm

"Cade, I wanted to know, how did you know about the potion Damien was about to use" "Oh, I ran into Victoria on your birthday and she spilled some of the drink on my hand, once I figured out the scent, I took the help of a old white witch to help with a counter potion, and I had the guys feeding it to you in your punch", "Smart thank you, I owe you, but what did it cost thou", "You have to give her a drop of your blood, and well I thought it would be good if you speak to her before we leave to challenge the council",

she slurred, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes fluttered closed. Rayden shook his head, arms folding more tightly across his chest. “No, he is not. And I advise you go to bed. Drinking yourself into oblivion won’t fix anything.” Victoria let out a broken laugh. “Why not? Why the fuck not?! I was supposed to be the one carrying his baby. Me! I made everything happen. I made the witch to shut his testicles, Ray. I was the one who came up with the idea of the potion. It was supposed to be me!” Her voice trembled, her hands shaking violently with fury and heartbreak. “I went through all that stress, all that planning—and then that slut, that useless girl took my place!”

“Tell your Luna I said thanks. She should as well stop those tricks of hers, I’ve put up with them for so long. And Victoria, good luck being a rug,” “Even if I’m a rug, at least I’m a beautiful rug, a useful one. But you belong in the trash bin. Doom is the only thing that you deserve,” with a scoff, Victoria turned to leave. Bellatrix shook her head with a sigh and went further into the kitchen. She was given access to two pots, and a few other utensils. Then, she chose, without complaint, from the ingredients she was allowed to take. But she wasn’t given meat.

“Hold on.” The door hissed open again. Victoria entered, wearing a white coat, her expression unreadable. Her hands were spotless too. Ava glared up at her. “What did you do to him?” Victoria smiled faintly. “I gave him purpose.” She walked to the cart and lifted a vial filled with shimmering liquid. “And now, my dear, it’s your turn.” Ava pushed herself up, her muscles shaking with exhaustion. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

A branch in a tree is about to fall right on Victoria. " Go back," she shouted but Victoria is still standing without knowing it. She must have been thinking her sister is talking in anger. Immediately the branch fell and Dorothy lifted her hands to use her magic. The royals always have crystal blue magic but Dorothy's was black. Total dark magic. Victoria was saved. The branch doesn't even hit the ground but vanished my magic. Victoria saw it with her own eyes. " What happened to your power?" she didn't even told 'thank you for saving' but questioned here.

I replied in irritated tone and freed myself from Kabir hold and got down without any further words, mercifully Kabir didn’t put on fight with me while I stormed out of his car and straight inside my house. Once inside my house, I walked all the way towards my kitchen, I so badly wanted to cry my heart out but I wasn’t ready to shed a single tear on my past…. I was no longer that weak Aarohi who would just cry on her problems, I am Victoria and all I want is to make knight family lose everything like they made me lose everything…. I want to take down Knight empire… which won’t be limited to just their wealth, but I want to tarnish their so call reputation, their pride.. I want to turn their

"My name is Victoria, most people around here call me V, something about the name Victoria not suiting me very well." Victoria was an extremely tall girl, her skin was a natural caramel due to her Hispanic roots, and her dark hair was always tied in a tight ponytail at the top of her head while the sides were shaven down. She was tough, she could even hold her own in a fight, however place a weapon like a gun in her hand and she was about as coordinated as a new born giraffe. "Well, which do you prefer, Victoria or V?" Dylan just looked at her as V pondered the question before an unflattering girly giggle left her lips.

I reach for the glass she's offering, barely paying attention. Her hand shakes slightly. The tremor is so small I almost miss it, but times of being hunted have made me attuned to details. I look up, meeting her eyes. Victoria Crane. Wearing a server's uniform, a brunette wig hiding her hair, makeup altering her features just enough to pass a casual glance. But those eyes—cold, hate-filled, utterly insane—are unmistakable. My hand freezes halfway to the glass. "Drink it," Victoria whispers, her smile never wavering. "It's poisoned. Or I pull the gun under my apron and shoot Daniel in front of everyone. Your choice."