Victorian Romance Novels & Stories

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Roderick had the ability to make women fall in love with him without any conditions, and he was also the father of her child. Therefore, it seemed natural for Victoria to fall in love with him. Austin thought that as long as he quietly waited by her side, his heart would be content, but now, he truly had no way to calm down. He was jealous, but he knew that he would not be able to interfere with Victoria's current feelings. In front of the car door, Victoria had been kissed to the point that she almost suffocated. When Roderick released her, she could only barely lean on the car door to support her body.

(Vivienne) It was wrong for me to let Victor have me so easily. I wanted him to be clear about his true feelings and I deserved at least a little wooing. Something romantic, maybe surprising me with a romantic dinner by the beach with just us. Nicely decorated candles in a heart shape and so much more "It's morning already... shouldn't you be up," I said, moving away from his embrace but Victor held me even tighter and buried his face in the crook of my name. He exhaled as he engulfed me in his arms making me appear like a child

Victoria never got the chance to break her virginity until the night before Angelo's wedding to Hannah. When she offered herself to him, he wanted to reject her yet he couldn't, Victoria was his first love and crush. There may not be another time and he will regret it for the rest of his life and so he jumped on the first opportunity that he got and had sex with her. But by the time she woke up the next morning, Angelo was already gone. He left a letter telling her it was just a mistake and she meant nothing to him, he reminded her that he was in love with Hannah, ending the letter, he called her a tramp.

🌹 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.

Victoria had been married twice. The first time, she had been young and foolish and desperately in love with a man who would die too soon. The wedding had been small—a courthouse, a simple white dress, flowers from the corner bodega. She had loved every imperfect moment. The second time, she had been older and wiser and terrified. She and Nathaniel had exchanged vows in Margaret’s garden, surrounded by roses and the people they loved most. It had been perfect in a way she hadn’t known to hope for.

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you to understand something, Elise. I didn't just accidentally end up engaged to Marcus Grey. I planned it. I executed it. And nothing—not you, not Sebastian, not anyone—is going to ruin what I've worked for." "You don't love him." "Love?" Victoria laughed again. "Love is for foolish girls like you who think romance and devotion matter. What matters is power, security and building the life you want instead of waiting for someone to give it to you."

You don't know how much I have missed you honey," Frank said erotically and used his finger to brush lightly over Victoria's neck which sent shivers down her spine. "Please stop it, Frank!" Victoria said weakly. "You cannot even resist me honey, is it how much you miss me?" Frank asked, kissing her lightly on her lips while using his finger to brush over her nipples that had hardened under the shirt she wore. "Please," she weakly begged but that didn't stop frank from devouring her full supple lips, that kept inviting him as he couldn't remove his eyes from it. "Frank!" Victoria called amidst the kiss, but Frank deepened it which she responded to as she couldn't resist the urge any longer. T

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in

Time had changed, yet these women still bound themselves with rules as though they were living in the Victorian era. She did not want to argue with them, but someone else said, "I guess she's throwing money away because it's not really hers. I pity Mr. Winchester." "That's right." Another agreed along, "She invested in such garbage. I wonder if she was truly interested in the script or the person who wrote it." After that was said, everyone started to study Dennis's face knowingly. "Maybe she's not after profit, but after a pretty face …" "How unbecoming. I can't bear to hear this. Uneducated people are so vile … those two …"