Novels by Vivi Anne

Lucas’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the garden’s sprawling oak trees, casting dappled shadows across the grass where I knelt, my heart thumping with a rare lightness as I played with Noah and Lily. My pulse steadied, my throat easing as Noah’s giggles echoed, his tiny hands tossing a ball, his pulse racing with joy, his heart bright. Lily’s eyes sparkled, her pulse calm as she ran circles around me, her throat tightening with laughter, her heart fierce with the carefree spirit of childhood. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear but from the warmth of this moment, my eyes stinging with love as I watched them, my stomach settled for the first time in weeks. Hope was inside with Vivian, her pulse strong, her heart steady in her crib, a tiny beacon of our family’s resilience. My throat burned with gratitude, my pulse quickening as I tossed the ball back to Noah, his eyes burning with delight. But beneath it all, a shadow lingered—my throat tightened, my heart thudding wi

Olivia’s POVThe suffocating dread that had haunted me for weeks, like a chain around my heart, had finally loosened, leaving my pulse calm and steady, a quiet rhythm I hadn’t felt in too long. My heart beat with newfound strength, my throat no longer raw with fear, my eyes free from the sting of constant tears. Sitting in our living room, surrounded by the warmth of our home, I felt life knitting itself back together. My hands rested steady in my lap, my stomach settled as I watched Noah and Lily chase each other around the couch, their pulses light, their hearts bursting with giggles that filled the air. Hope, our tiny miracle, slept peacefully in her crib, her pulse strong, her heart fierce despite her fragile frame. My throat tightened with love, my eyes glistening as I gazed at her, my heart swelling with the realization that we were healing, that Austin’s shadow was fading. But a fire burned in my chest, my pulse quickening with a fierce need—not for fear, but for closure.

Lucas’s POVThe hospital’s scent clung to the air as I stood in the NICU, my heart pounding like a relentless storm against my ribs, each beat heavy with relief and lingering dread. My pulse raced, my throat raw from the weight of the past weeks—Olivia’s fear, the kids’ trauma, and the dark plan I’d set in motion to end Austin’s threat. My eyes stung, my hands trembling as I sat on the chair, the pain in my injured leg a constant ache, my stomach churning with the secret I’d shared with Olivia. I’d told her about the ricin, the prison attack, the slow agony awaiting Austin, and her reaction had surprised me. Her pulse steadied, her eyes softening with a happiness I hadn’t seen in weeks, her throat easing as she stood beside Hope’s incubator. “He’ll be gone, Lucas,” she’d whispered, her voice light, her heart lifting, her eyes glistening with relief. My pulse faltered, my throat burning as I nodded, my heart thudding with a mix of guilt and satisfaction, my eyes burning with the

Noah’s POVI sat on the squishy chair in the waiting room, my heart going thump-thump fast. My hands were all shaky, and my tummy felt wiggly, like worms crawling inside. My throat felt funny, like I swallowed something too big, and my eyes got all stingy as I looked at the bright lights in the therapist’s office. Everything was scary since the bad man, Austin, took me and Lily away. His mean voice kept ringing in my head, saying Lily wasn’t my real sister, making my heart feel all mixed up, like when my crayons get all jumbled in the box. I loved Lily, but sometimes I wasn’t sure, and that made my tummy hurt more. My pulse went fast, my eyes all watery as I hugged my stuffed bear, Mr. Snugs, tight. Then Lily came out from her talk with Dr.Wills her eyes all shiny and happy. She ran to me and hugged me, her arms warm and squeezy. My heart felt big, but my throat got tight, and I didn’t know why she hugged me so sudden. My pulse slowed a little, my eyes still stingy as I hugged he

Lily’s POVThe world felt too big sometimes, like it was pressing down on my chest, making my heart thump hard and fast, like a bunny running from something scary. My throat all tight and scratchy as I sat in the therapist’s office, the soft blue walls and squishy chair doing nothing to calm the flutter in my tummy. Everyone kept asking if I was okay—Daddy, Mommy, Aunt Vivian, even Uncle Ethan—their eyes all worried, their voices soft like I was a glass doll that might break. But I was okay, wasn’t I? My heart felt steady, my eyes stinging a little as I fiddled with the hem of my dress, my hands shaky but sure. I didn’t feel broken, not like they thought I should be. That bad man, Austin, who took me away from my family, he said mean things, called himself my daddy, said Mommy and Daddy only kept me out of pity. But I didn’t believe him. My pulse calmed, my throat easing as I remembered Daddy’s warm hugs, Mommy’s soft voice promising they loved me, really loved me. My heart glow

Olivia’s POVI sat beside Hope’s incubator, her tiny form a fragile beacon in the chaos of my mind.My pulse raced, my throat raw from unshed tears, my eyes stinging as I watched her steady breathing, her pulse calm, her heart strong despite her prematurity.My hands trembled, my stomach churning with the relentless fear that Austin’s shadow still loomed over us, his taunting words about a backup plan clawing at my sanity.Lucas stood nearby, his pulse steady, his eyes burning with concern. My heart thudded, my throat burning as I felt the weight of his gaze, the strain between us lingering like a bruise. “Olivia, you need to go home,” he said, his voice low but firm, his heart resolute. “Take a bath, rest. I’ll stay with Hope, make sure she’s safe.”My pulse faltered, my eyes narrowing with resistance, my throat tightening with the fear of leaving her.“I can’t just leave,” I snapped, my voice sharp, my heart aching with protectiveness. “What if something happens?”Lucas’s pulse quic

Anna POVThe first thing I learned about being watched was that it never started with fear.It started with silence.The kind that fell over a hallway when you walked through it.The kind that stretched too long behind your back.The kind that felt deliberate.By the time Enid cornered me in the restroom, I had already felt the shift in the air that day. Whispers followed me from class to class. Teachers paused before calling my name, as if weighing something unspoken. Students who had ignored me for years suddenly tracked my movements like I had grown fangs overnight.And the Winterveil brothers?They were everywhere.Liam leaning against lockers.Tyler seated two rows behind me in Literature.Mason crossing the courtyard just as I stepped outside.Always near.Never obvious.Always watching.It was suffocating in a way that felt intentional.So when I pushed open the restroom door during lunch, desperate for five minutes alone, I should have known it wouldn’t last.The door clicked

Anna’s POVBy Wednesday, I understood something unsettling.I was never alone.It wasn’t obvious at first. It didn’t feel like someone breathing down my neck or following me step for step. It was subtler than that. Smarter.Calculated.But once I noticed it, I couldn’t unsee it.It started in the morning.I arrived at school earlier than usual, determined to carve out a few minutes of peace before the hallways filled. The sky was still pale gray, dew clinging to the grass, the air cool enough to bite at my skin. I liked mornings like that. Quiet. Predictable.Safe.I had just opened my locker when I sensed it—that prickle along the back of my neck, the feeling of being observed.I didn’t turn immediately. I refused to give in to paranoia.But then I caught the reflection in the thin metal surface of my locker door.Henry.He stood at the end of the corridor, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. Not looming. Not approaching. Just… there.Watching.When our eyes met in the reflection,

Anna POVThe hallways of Willow-Hills High buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, gossip ricocheting from wall to wall—but all of it blurred into white noise for me. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the weekend, especially the part where the Winterveil quadruplets had made me feel like I belonged… like I had power… and then shown me just how deep I was in their game.I found Louisa waiting for me at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with her phone in one hand and a coffee in the other. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Anna! Spill! Did you survive the weekend? Because from the looks of your face, it seems like someone just ran you through a blender.”I groaned, dropping my bag to the floor and sinking onto the bench next to her. “Survive?” I muttered. “Try being mentally enslaved by four ridiculously handsome, terrifyingly smart, manipulative quadruplets.”Louisa raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her cof

Anna’s POVI didn’t wait for the bell.The moment the assembly ended, I stood so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. Heads turned. Whispers followed. I didn’t care. My heart was pounding too hard, my thoughts crashing into each other in a frantic rush that left no room for embarrassment.They never planned to leave.The words repeated in my head like a curse as I pushed through the auditorium doors and into the hallway, the noise swallowing me whole. Students flooded out behind me, buzzing, excited, feeding off the announcement like it was the best kind of chaos.“Did you see their faces?”“They’re staying the whole year—”“Anna Moon is literally sitting with them—”I clenched my jaw and kept walking.I knew exactly where they’d go. The same place powerful people always went when they didn’t want an audience.Behind the school.The narrow stretch of land tucked between the science wing and the old equipment shed had always been quiet. Forgotten. A place where secrets breat

Anna's POVThe morning air at Willow-Hills feels different.Not colder. Not warmer. Just… charged. Like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.I feel it the moment I step onto campus.Whispers skim across the quad like startled birds, rising and falling in hushed waves. Heads lean together. Phones are out. Names flicker in conversations I’m not part of but somehow at the center of.“Did you hear—”“They’re still here—”“No way, I thought they left—”I keep my chin up and walk.That part is new.A week ago, I would have folded in on myself, shoulders rounded, eyes glued to the ground, pretending I didn’t hear the murmurs trailing me like shadows. But something about last night—about the stadium lights, the cameras, the way four impossible figures closed around me like I belonged there—changed the way my spine holds itself.Still, my stomach knots.Because every whisper feels sharp. Directed. Loaded.I reach my locker and spin the dial, hands steady even though

Anna’s POVThe celebration didn’t end all at once.It faded.Like music turned down slowly instead of cut off—voices lowering, laughter stretching wider but quieter, energy melting into something warm and heavy. The locker room had emptied, the team scattering into smaller groups, some heading out, some lingering with tired smiles and flushed faces.I sat on the edge of a bench, Liam’s jacket still wrapped around me, watching the brothers talk among themselves a few feet away.Kyle leaned against a locker, phone in hand, probably texting someone he absolutely shouldn’t be texting at this hour. Tyler stood with his arms folded, posture relaxed but alert, eyes flicking occasionally toward the door. Henry sat on another bench, towel draped over his shoulders, his gaze thoughtful. Liam stood at the center of them all, effortless as ever, like gravity bent toward him naturally.They looked… whole.Together.And somehow, impossibly, I had been folded into that picture tonight.“Ready?” Liam