Victoria Vance Novels & Stories

MAX A scream leaves my lips. I run towards her, my heart racing, fear a bitter taste in my mouth. Victoria is sprawled on the rock, unconscious, blood seeping from her mouth and ears, her body limp. She is dressed in the mating robes and she had been probably waiting for m. I start checking for injuries but I see none. It is almost as if she was suddenly seized by an illness. I put my ear to her chest and hear a death rattle.

"As I said before lunch break, there are new students who have come to Raymond Varsity and I'd like to introduce to you all the first student out of three," "Ember Carson," my eyes land on a familiar looking girl. She was that same girl I saw in Mr Hart's office. The black bangs that suited her black hair, she was in a white cami top, dressed in a black plaited skirt and leather jacket over that went perfectly with her black boot. "Hey, everybody I'm Ember Carson, and I love being me in every way. I'm much more smarter than my resting bitch face tells. I do talk much, I love literature and partying." Carson?

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

He scrutinized her face, taking note of the delicate scattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks, the fullness of her lips, despite their dryness, and the flecks of gold in the iris' of her terror-filled eyes with the red rims. "Again releasing a heavy sigh, he said, "Well, I guess we should start with the basics." My name is Aric, with an "A" at the beginning. What do you have?" She spoke gently, scarcely detectable even to his vampire hearing, and whispered, "Liberty, Liberty Hope, but my mum names me Bertie." Her voice was barely heard even to him.

"Three years ago, before our engagement was dissolved, Victoria was primed to become the corporate legal counsel for Vance Enterprises. When things ended between us, she transitioned into third-party board compliance. She is ruthlessly objective, hyper-analytical, and knows every single one of my personal habits." "Which makes her Marcus's ultimate weapon," I said, leaning my back against the mirrored wall of the cab as the reality of the situation took root. "She doesn't just know corporate law, Alexander. She knows you. She knows how you act when you're genuinely in love versus when you're executing a calculated business move."

She glanced back up, “I… guess you should go back to asking the questions.” I smiled at her and leaned forward, “I think I’ll save the last one for some other time.” She met my gaze. I was nearly lost in the depths of her eyes and the desire to pull out every secret hiding in them when my phone rang, breaking the silence. I answered the phone, and Grace spoke calmly. “Victoria’s accepted. She’ll be here with five girls in three days.”

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

5 million, and Vinca again countered with 11 million, but to her surprise, Shanice raised the bid to 15 million. Frost had given Vinca a credit card that she rarely used. She had hoped to buy the vase using that card, but she felt that going beyond 12 million was in excess, so she opted out of the bid. Shanice had a victorious smile on her face but Frost was angry." Do you really want the vase?" he whispered into Vinca's ear. Vinca turned to him with huge eyes that were almost spilling with tears. She had set her heart on the vase and now it was gone. Frost didn't wait for her answer and raised his card for the first time since the auction began.

A power couple forged in fire. [The Trap] Victoria Vance watched them approach from the VIP platform. Her grip on her champagne flute tightened until her knuckles turned white. "Audacious," she hissed. "Coming here without masks." She signaled the band leader. "Play the Waltz. Now." The conductor tapped his baton. The orchestra began a slow, sweeping waltz. Victoria stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Vance Gala. Tonight is about family. And I am delighted to welcome my... stepdaughter, Harper."

She walked the city streets like she used to before she met Zane—just her thoughts and the night wind. But she wasn’t alone. As she turned a corner near the river, a figure stepped into her path. A tall woman. Blonde. Striking. In a black coat and stilettos sharp enough to kill. “Lena Hart,” the woman said with a cool smile. “You’re even prettier up close.” Lena blinked. “I’m sorry—do I know you?” The woman offered her hand like royalty. “Victoria Pierce.” The name struck like lightning. Zane’s ex. The one the media called his perfect match. The one who vanished from the spotlight after their breakup. And now—standing here in front of her like she’d stepped off a magazine cover.