Novels by Viv3vienne

Richard hesitated, his long golden hair falling down his face as he withdrew. Jason hunched over, coughing as he tried catching his breath, he had this annoying victorious look that irked me to no ends. Richard stepped backwards, his head bowed in defeat. He glanced at me, desperately trying to force a genuine smile that never reached his eyes. I clenched my fists, anger brewing in chest. "Who said i'd mind. In fact, i was never here...so let him do as he pleases." - I shook my head, speaking in a cold, frosty tone. I had had enough of Jason, getting rid of him was a better solution - it was like a 'Kill one,end one free',how could i ever afford to pass out on a good deal. Richard shot me a look, a creepy smile curled on his lips. His green eyes shone with a mesmerizing light and somehow,i found it extremely contagious. I bit down my lip, trying so hard not to smile in t

I pulled up in a safe distance away, my eyes lingering on Richard's figure as he disappeared into an uncompleted high rise building,the chilling breeze tousling his black coat. I stayed put in my car for a few minutes, giving Richard a head start. Then i hopped out, quietly following his trail. Thin beads of sweat fell down my face, my knees aching as i climbed up the flight of stairs, i held on to the rusty stair railings for support. Panting as i tried catching my breath,i placed my hands over my eyes, mentally counting how many more steps I'd have to climb. I bit down my lip, determination soaring in my heart - Giving up wasn't an option, afterall, I'd come a long way. I patted my chest, sucking it up as i continued my exhausting climb up the stairs, finally reaching the small door that led to the rooftop. "How long does Mr Will wish to hide the truth?".

" Let's get a divorce!" The wind blew... and there was a thick veil of silence between us. Richard buried his hands in his pockets, his eyes no longer resting on me but on the vast sea. "The sea looks beautiful today.... it's like it's shimmering under the sun's rays. We should go to the beach someday." - He gave a warm smile, his eyes squinting. "Don't change the topic." - I spoke coolly. "Richard, let's get a divorce." - I repeated my earlier words calmly. Richard bowed his head, his long blonde hair falling down his gorgeous features. He remained like that for a moment, every moment felt strained and increasingly tensed, i almost couldn't breath. "Why?!" - He asked hoarsely. I felt stunned, ever since we got 'married'.... R

I walked, dressed in an all black outfit. The haunting melody of my heels clicking against the white tiled floors echoed in the hall. I remembered visiting the police station once- the experience was half as pleasant. I sat on a chair, staring at the transparent glass - Irina glared at me as she sat on the other end. She looked haggard, her skin pale, wearing the same old smug pride. I picked up the telephone on my end, watching her pick up hers as she brought it close to her ears. "Have prison been treating you well?." Irina raised a brow at me, her lips pursed in a thin line as she offered no response. I smiled - She had always been the type of person to cry only when she has seen the coffin. "I heard your trial is just a few days away..... and i was wondering, if you were already getting adjusted to your new environmen

News about Camille's death spread fast and soon after...her body was found. It was actually Richard's idea to place it in a very common place and that kind of made sense..... Somewhat. The gory news had the entire citizens in an uproar, some already fearing the worst. But trust the police department to give out a well, curated speech about how they're on the case and also promising that the citizens' safety was their upmost priority. Though they didn't give out the news about the killer... according to them, they're still in the middle of investigating and the culprit was yet to be determined. Detective Davis had already told me about Camille's autopsy and his suspicions about it being related to my parents mother, citing that both DNA results collected at the time, matched up perfectly. Meaning that there was a definite culprit, but that was also under thorough scrutiny. He wouldn't say any more than that , which wasn't strange given his usual tight-lipped nature. I stared a

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added. The traffic lights turned green and i smiled coldly. " What can i say about it......?." - I mused softly . " Unfortunately nothing." " As i had said earlier, i'm just a citizen with a right sense of justice. And i can only achieve that justice by aiding your work, Detective Davis. I already think that i'm on the right path, if i truly wanted to diverge...i would have done things my way from the start." - I spoke humorlessly. Detective Davis exhaled

"Old Gu, do you think he'll come?" Silence reigned, with only the sounds of Old Gu's cane tapping against the floor with a slow, impatient rhythm. He tilted his greying head, his silver rimmed glasses balancing perfectly on his sour face. Lifting his left hand, he stared at the expensive, leather- strapped watch bound to his wrists; his aged features tightening with a sharp scowl. Lady Gu sat beside him, wearing exquisite makeup with her long, manicured fingers wrapped around Old Gu's arms. She sighed faintly, staring at her husband with silent resignation, "Old Gu, we've been waiting for a long while now"."Yet there's been no sight of him, we might as well just end things here and have the police deal with him themselves", she spoke sweetly, her tone soft enough to touch. Averting her gaze,she signaled to Amelia - holding up a small, silk handkerchief to her red matte lips and feigning a small, exhausted yawn."Father, Mother is right", Amelia's clear voice echoed, calm and auth

A soft knock echoed against the thick doors, and Alan sitting by the vanity raised his head. His thin brows furrowing as he reached out, instinctively flipping over the bulletin board he'd spent hours scribbling on. Damn it, such a huge mansion and yet he barely ever got enough time to himself. He heaved, sweeping the desk full of scrap papers into an empty cabinet. Then he sighed, flicking away a stray strand of hair off his face. Turning towards the door, he spoke calmly, his tone mildly relaxed, "Come in". The door opened, and Zeke paced through the gaps with calm rhythm. He had his hands folded behind him, his silvery grey eyes settling on Alan at first glance. "And what are you doing?". Alan stood awkwardly, shielding the board with his frame. "Mr Ezekiel...", he flashed a grin, trying not to sound awkward. "What a pleasant surprise seeing you here, if i may ask, what calls for this impromptu visit?". Zeke said nothing, his gaze now fixated on the board. He perked a

Alan slammed the door to his room, hands shaky and covered in sweat. His chest heaved, leaning on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath. [Host, have you gone crazy?!]Alan turned, ignoring Xena's shrills. His hands running through his now messy bangs, rustling them up even more. He said nothing, quietly dragging his feet towards the bed before collapsing on the soft mattress. [Such good offer, and you turned it down off the bat. You even dared to hit him, aren't you scared for your life?]He buried his face in the pillows, the faint, sweet scent of rose wash filling his nostrils. He squeezed tight, staying like that for a full minute - trying to process what just happened. Then he rolled over, calmly collecting his thoughts as he sat up. A good offer....?, he stared at the blue screen only he could see with a low scowl. "What's good about being another man's boy toy, huh?. Tell me, what's so good about it?!", Alan scoffed, tossing one of the pillows to the ground with a th

"Go ahead, i'm listening", Zeke stared at Alan, his molten silver eyes glistening with interest. "We made a deal, and you promised to help me bring down the Gu corporation", Alan paused, his calm voice never faltering. It was almost as if he were discussing a mere business transaction and not the demise of his family's business. Zeke smirked, the corners of his lips twitching with pure, unfiltered intrigue. He tilted his head to the side, sizing up Alan with his deep set eyes. "Yeah, i remembered making that promise. But -". Alan sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing wildly. In a corner where Zeke couldn't see, Alan dug his fingers deep into his palms - desperately trying to soothe his panicking nerves.But.... but what?!. Alan's thin brows furrowed deeply, his expression pale as if fearing the worst. Was he trying to back out now, at a critical time like this?!. What could he do, this man had basically been his last bet on actually completing his mission. How was he supposed

Alan perched by the window, the cool breeze carrying a faint scent of fresh pine leaves and cherry blossoms. He exhaled, his elbow resting against the window pane, chin buried in his right palm. It's been three days since he fully recuperated, staying locked within these grand walls while enduring the silence. It wasn't exactly him being confined, it's just that he wasn't given the liberty to move around of his own free will. Everywhere he went, he was being trailed by bulky bodyguards with frightfully scarred faces. They barely ever smiled, each wearing dreadfully stern expressions while looking at him like he was some pitifully, trapped prey that they weren't allowed to touch.And the maids around here were no different, sure they served his meals and provided him change of clothes, but they also avoided every form of contact. And when they were done....they often scurried away as if running from a plague. Alan shut his eyes, quietly enjoying the refreshingly calm breeze. Whatev

Two days later....... The clouds darkened, a soft drizzle drifting down, casting a thin veil over the city. The air was filled with earthy scent of wet soil and blooming flowers, Alan held up his face, inhaling and exhaling gently. Great...., another rain shower!!.He scanned the crowd of people hurrying about, seeking shade from the rain; quietly tucking his hands deep into his pockets. Straightening his back, he stepped out and into the rain, taking long strides towards the underground car park. Patting his shoulders, he reached for his house keys. Water droplets falling from his damp hair and unto his damp, cold hands. He shivered, his lips trembling from the chill as he pulled out a bunch of keys while desperately trying to unlock the front door.Then, he froze, an unfamiliar chill made his spine tingle in a dangerous kind of way. [Host, an unfamiliar presence has been detected. Objective; unknown. Instruction; host is required to be alert of his surroundings]He turned around