Victorian Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

He must get to the supermarket to pick up the stuff Claire wanted, but for now, he had to keep focused, otherwise he wouldn’t get his work done. Alex pulled out his laptop, sat back at his desk and made a space in the center of the pile of books and handwritten notes. The amount of material he found on the history of Victorian asylums had surprised him. He was amazed at the speed at which these institutions had sprung up in almost every town. Not only in Britain but America too, followed by other parts of the empire such as Canada, Australia, and India. Like medical mass hysteria. Nothing prepared him for the tales of how the mentally ill were treated in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuri

And those eyes… I mentally shook myself. I tried to tune back into the History teacher’s words, rather than fixating on one strange, handsome, dangerous boy sat beside me. “So,” he coughed, his eyes alight with the tales of the past, “Queen Victoria’s reign began in 1837. She was the second-longest reigning Queen of England, coming just behind the current matriarch, Queen Elizabeth II. The Victorian Era is most notable – in my humble opinion – for its rapid advances in technology. This was the time of trains, of the London Underground, of vaccines and of cures and of education.”

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

" Azrael shouted, her falling hot tears, creating a small fire on the ice slab. "Of course, it isn't her fault. It's just that history is repeating itself. I know that she is not Madeline, who killed her mate with her bare hands so that she could rule the world alone. She is victoria. But don't worry, unlike Madeline who was a greedy human with enormous powers, Victoria is just a soft-hearted girl with a little bit of sarcasm. She will be able to handle all of us, and let's see who she chooses in the end." Daniel Neptune said.

As strange events unfold, neither is prepared for the danger closing in on them both… Upon Your Love (Book Three of the Heiresses in Love Series) Genre: Victorian Maritime Romance/Family Saga The Hill family saga concludes as loyalties are questioned, faiths will be tested, and undying love may come at a terrible cost… Fara Hill, mother and faithful wife, is torn between her family at home and her urge to be at sea. Soon, she learns some disturbing truths. Was the past a fairy tale instead of reality? Chloe Hill, loving wife and young mother, questions her faith when her husband sets an ultimatum she cannot meet. Will she be able to keep her marriage from falling apart?

she spat, touching her hair, then left giggling. Victoria’s eyes darkened at the lock. She stripped off the dress and returned to the bathtub, reaching for more soap. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soothe her. … Bernard Harrigan sat in the hall, his expression grim. At twenty-five, he was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, with a lean waist. The dream man of many young women. But his past was dark—his first wife had died under tragic circumstances tied to his cruelty and infidelity.

Because after all, Queen Victoria was only sixteen years older when it all happened. The very next day, Winston was thinking about his options. The conference was about to start within an hour. After seeing Queen Victoria's true beauty, Winston had a change of heart. It was true that Valeria was Winston's mate. But he suddenly became greedy. He made his way towards Queen Victoria's room. He wanted to try his luck. After all, he was born with ultimate luck by his side. A light knock on her bedroom door pulled Queen Victoria out of the book she was lost in. She sighed as she snapped the book shut. "Yes!" Queen Victoria called.

Good day and welcome to another story written by myself, Vanessa Nicole. The following story will have a feel of the Victorian Era as well as many other eras. There will be many triggers in this story too so I shall warn you here. I specifically love tragedy more than romance so expect some dark stuff! AND MY FANTASIES WILL BE IN THIS BOOK! Under no circumstances should you read the following story and you are younger than 18. *** I also just want to quickly take this time to say thank you to Eva Harlowe who gave me a lecture on the mannerisms and 'wordings' I never knew existed and the idea that will be added to this book some time later.

“I’m not the scared little girl you abandoned years ago. You may have killed my parents, but you won’t take this company or my life from me.” “Oh, yes, we will. You know why? Because we’ve got everything ready. Go on, check the company’s news. You’re really trending!” I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone. Notifications flooded my screen—tags, comments, and hateful articles. Did Victoria, the granddaughter of Mr. Charles Arlington, really kill Marianne? I scrolled down and saw another headline: Rumors claim Victoria married Marianne’s husband. When Marianne tried to claim what was hers, Victoria killed her!

"Are we going to address the rather intriguing figure of James Parker*loitering in shadowed corners, or are we going to pretend your little midnight rendezvous on the balcony never happened?" Victoria arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "You should write novels, Catherine. Your imagination would keep London's publishing houses in business for decades." Catherine smirked. "I'd have to change the names, of course. The Duchess and the Servant might cause quite the scandal." "Enough," Victoria said sharply, though the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. The door creaked open then, and a tall figure strode in with an air of practiced arrogance. Lord Alexander Windsor entered uninvited, his