Victorian Romance Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

She confirms with a cheerful smile, even though she is still connected to a device that gives you medicine. “Yes.” I answer while there are still doubts in my words. “I think so.” I say doubting for the first time in my life. “I know Victoria more than you do.” She tells me while the car is moving. “She believes that fairy tales are true, she dreams things that are unreal.” She tells me while mocking Victoria's hard-headedness who she is. unicorn and twilight believer. “Do you know her that well?” I laughed as I saw my daughter fascinated by her, I had never seen her this way. I can even say that she is more interested in knowing what Victoria is than watching the animals on the Discovery Ch

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed in the firelight as he locked the door behind him. Victoria’s breath quickened. “I don’t want the celebrity version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Damien’s eyes darkened. He crossed the room and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding inside her robe to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the cool mountain air on her exposed skin made her shiver. He peeled the robe off slowly, letting it fall. The warm firelight danced across her naked body while the cold draft teased her hardening nipples.

Viktor looked at Nyra. “You still choose difficult company.” “Still breathing too confidently,” she replied. He laughed softly. “Straight to hostility. I missed that.” Sebastian took one step forward. “Why here?” Viktor’s expression shifted. “Because places like this remind people what they pretend to believe in.” His gaze sharpened. “And because grief sounds louder in abandoned rooms.” Sebastian’s hand tightened. “You brought my wife into this twice now.” “I brought memory. You supplied pain.” Nyra saw it happen before Sebastian moved—the precise second restraint broke.

Her blue eyes lingered on Damian’s massive frame first, softening into a look of deep, familiar hunger, before turning to glare at me with pure, poisonous condescension. "Damian, darling," Victoria purred, her voice smooth, melodic, and carrying a heavy French accent that dripped with dangerous elegance. "It has been far too long. Five years in the dark, and you haven't aged a single day. You still look every bit the ruthless titan I fell in love with." Damian didn't step forward. He didn't smile. His face hardened into a mask of pure, unadulterated ice, his hand tightening possessively around my waist, pulling me closer to his side.

She spent the day anxiously wandering, never settling, so twitchy that her mother snapped at her in the morning room threatening to send her to her room if she couldn't compose herself like a lady. The next day began well, the promise of sunshine in the early dawn as Victoria awoke desperate to ready herself for her lover. He was waiting in the entrance hall after breakfast for her, and gallantly escorted her to the carriage. Roseby Castle was famous for its rotunda; a dome modelled on St. Paul's cathedral, a walkway elevated high around its circumference inside, many many feet above the great hall. It was beautifully decorated in rich reds and golds, the early summer sunshine throwing flame

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.