Victoria Potter Novels & Stories

Victoria stated, removing her glasses and placing the test results on the table, while she approached me. After taking a seat beside me, Victoria leaned back on the sofa, carefully observing my expression. "When was your last menstrual cycle?" she inquired. I adjusted my position, placing my handbag beside me. "I think it was around two months ago, but it didn't seem like anything major," I mentioned. "Is there something I should be concerned about, Victoria?" Victoria Quinn was not just a personal doctor to me; she was like an elder sister, a guiding light in my life. Victoria was also a renowned cardiologist, celebrated with numerous awards in her field.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

We all knew that perverts already made up most of the audience. I waited until Victoria returned from her walk, then threw all the outfits at her. "What the hell, Victoria? How the hell are you going to explain this?" She picked the clothes up from the floor and scowled at me. "You touched my things without permission! And what do you mean, 'explain this'? I bought all of these to improve my popularity, Nolan. I'm doing my best to raise my influencer profile so I can make more money for us."

“Oh my God! I thought her powers dissipated because Veronica used amazing talent to produce a poison that rendered magical properties impotent. I bet her face would be so fun to watch as she gets to know the truth.” “You are interesting! I wanted to see your past but I had to fight my desire,” she frowned. “I will see it later, with my popcorn in hands and a soft couch. By the way, better call her Victoria since this one is Victoria.” Popcorn? Such a strange term I never heard.

But please, don’t treat me like I can’t handle this on my own. I just didn’t want to rely on anyone. All six of us became a group. Victoria lay low for a while because there was a chance she get expelled. Some of her friends even left her side after the tournament. Her terrible decision led two students to lose their eyesight and even their powers. She pushed them so hard that the energy they used led them to bleed internally from their brain. It was terrible. Since she had a royally known background, her misleading was ignored. But even the smallest mistake can turn her life upside down right now.

He was massive—thick, veiny, and already glistening at the tip. "Ohhh... Fred," Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You’re a monster. Exactly what I need to put out this fire." She didn't waste any more time, she pulled the thin lace off her waist, stood up and turned around, leaning over the edge of her massive desk. She pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist, exposing her pale, rounded cheeks exposing the dripping wetness between her legs. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wild with hunger.

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

I say to her moving back as she steps closer towards me. I'm Victoria. Not Claire, not Clara! She says to me, and I cannot believe this. Victoria is the person in front of me! The girl with the other packs are using as a sort of weapon is right here in his building and I wonder how many more are there? “No… that cannot be true.” I say to her but I know for sure that it is for true. The way she's manipulating the power shows that she knows how to effect her power into whatever she wants it to be.

As Victoria knelt beside me, her touch gentle and reassuring, I watched her intently, my golden eyes locked onto hers. "You still haven't told me what you are," I spoke, my voice softer now, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. A small smile played on Victoria's lips as she met my gaze. "I am Victoria," she revealed, her voice holding a hint of mystery. "I am both werewolf and witch, a fusion of two worlds." Surprise flickered across my features, my skepticism giving way to genuine intrigue. "Werewolf and witch? Such powers are rare, even among our kind," I remarked, a newfound respect coloring my tone.

I lifted my chin even higher. “And I will not let anyone. Annabelle Callahan, her dead mother, Ronan, Miranda Chen, or whatever puppet master stands behind them—take anything from me.” My reflection softened, transforming back into the woman people feared, envied, whispered about. Victoria Blackthorne. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. I exhaled slowly and crossed the room, retrieving my phone from the floor. The screen was cracked, but functional. Fitting. A war was starting—of course something had to break.