Novel & Cerita Victorian Romance

I could hear Marcy shifting in her chair, suddenly completely alert. “Oh, dirt? I love dirt,” Marcy said, her voice turning sharp and greedy. “Is it about Torin, the pack lines have been very quiet lately, my readers are getting bored, they want bloody things.” “It is about that girl, Victoria Raine, the one who used to wipe the floors in our estate pretending to be Torin's girlfriend,” I told her, my eyes locking onto my own reflection in the gold mirror across the room. Marcy let out a loud, disappointed sigh over the line, the sound of her breath rushing through the phone speaker.

‎But now someone more dangerous was coming for her. ‎And there was nothing she could do to stop it. ‎"Do you get it?" Victoria asked. She knelt down right in front of me. "while she was busy getting revenge on us, she walked straight into a trap?" ‎"Yes," I whispered. ‎Victoria kissed me then and it was wild and hungry like she was feeding on the satisfaction of knowing that Sarah's victory was about to crumble to dust. ‎I kissed her back hard. We stood up and moved to the bedroom, tearing at each other's clothes.

“No, what would I gain from that? Rashid will not go down that easily.” "Look, when I came the other night, I could realize that you are attracted to him and I can also assure you that it is not just something physical, in fact we always put our hearts into these matters and I see in you that you are falling in love with Rashid. Don't deny it to me, even if you did, it's because you're still in the process of accepting what you feel. Or am I wrong? Victoria was shocked by her words and couldn't say a single word knowing that everything was so real. She had begun to experience a thing for the Arab, she couldn't help but feel all those jumps in her heart and pounding because of him. He agreed

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

The unexpected rush of adrenaline had completely taken over Alex's mind. He hadn't touched a woman for decades after Keira's death, but since seeing Victoria, the desire had returned. Whether his romance with Victoria was based on the fact that Victoria's face was exactly the same as Keira's, Alex didn't really care at the moment. His mind was too foggy to see the right answer at the moment. It's true what they say, lust can destroy all logic. Even Alexander Thornfield had to admit defeat in the face of his love for Victoria and his passionate desire to make her his own.

Victoria wrote first, quill moving slowly across the page: *When we’re older… more mature… I want to do the blood bonding with you. *You would become like me. Vampire. Forever.* *Then we would marry. In the rose garden under the blood moon.* *Official. Before the court. Before the world.* Raven read the words. Her heart gave a hard, fluttering thud. She took the quill, wrote beneath them: *I want that too.* *To be with you always.* *Not just this life… all of them.* Victoria’s ruby eyes shimmered. She continued: *But not yet.*

My fists clenched tightly at my sides as I bit back the reply that threatened to spill from my lips. Instead, I heard Roman's deep voice beside me, “I will not stand for it if you say another word that demeans my wife!” I turned to look at him, surprised. His eyes met mine, burning with rage but this time, not directed at me. My heart sped up and I held my breath from the intensity in that magnetic azure gaze. “Well then, you won’t have to hear it anymore,” Victoria said haughtily, “Because not only will I not have any reason to bother with Amelia anymore,” Her lips stretched into a smile, “But I have also found you a woman who will bear you children, the proper way!”

She said to the gorgeous men on whom laps she sat. “A writer?” Victor was confused. “A romance author, specifically,” she explained. “Romance author,” Vice pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled. “You smell divine, Emily. What is this that you are wearing?” “Um,” she tried to remember, but her thoughts had scattered. “Morissi, I think.” “Ah, the alien that is woman,” Victor stroked the hand he held. “So, your romance writing, have you done it?” “I do it,” she corrected.

“So, what’s it like? I’ve been feeling pretty different since I got here, but I wasn’t sure if it was just because I was a bit uncomfortable.” "It's like there's nobody else in the world except for you two," Victoria said, her eyes shimmering with a dreamy glow. She clasped her hands together, her face lighting up as if she had just stumbled upon a fairy-tale romance. "Everything slows down, and it's hard to catch your breath. They have an undeniable allure that leaves you feeling a mix of anticipation and jitters. Loving your partner is truly the most wonderful kind of love you can discover."

"Tell me, does it keep you up at night? Knowing he married a bankrupt artist instead of a spoiled, desperate and pampered daddy's girl like you ?" Her pupils dilated. Bullseye I hit a nerve. "He only married you because…" "Because I don’t reek of desperation?" I plucked a gardenia from the arrangement and tucked it behind her ear. "Sweetheart, even your highlights are trying too hard." The door burst open. Damien stood framed in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Victoria’s face crumpled into a perfect mask of wounded virtue. "Damien, she’s vicious. How can you even stand her"