007 Vesper Lynd Novels & Stories

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case s

"I am not the ghost you are looking for." Three years ago, the timid and pushed-aside Lorna disappeared into the icy depths of the river, leaving behind a family that loathed her and a fiancé, Ezekiel, whose heart was as cold as the water that took her. Now, a woman named Vespera has arrived in City F. She is the new "Miracle" lead of the most anticipated thriller series in the country. She is sharp, brilliant, and possesses a terrifyingly beautiful grace that commands every room. When Ezekiel sees her, his frozen world shatters. The resemblance is haunting, the pull is magnetic, and he becomes obsessed with proving that the woman in the emerald silk is the girl he lost. But

For 14 years after graduating from school Lynd disappeared and her whereabouts were unknown, the reason behind it all remained a mystery. Joan accidentally reunites with Lynd, who is his first love. 10 years ago he told Lynd he was getting married and proposed to a girl who became his girlfriend when they were still college students. Joan expressed his hidden feelings that Joan's dream type has always been Lynd and wants to get a wife like her if possible. That statement is always stored in Lynd's heart until when they meet again it makes her heart waver when Joan invites her to have a secret relationship with him behind his pregnant wife. Even Joan is determined to leave his current wife. E

Two days before our wedding, my fiancé called it off for his childhood sweetheart, postponing everything by ten days. He sighed, "Daisy told me that day happens to be her birthday party. It's her first birthday since she lost her husband, so I can't miss it, or she'd be devastated. Elena, we're going to get married. What difference does a week earlier or later make?" This was the third time he had canceled our wedding for Daisy. The first time, Daisy claimed she was suffering from severe depression, and he dropped everything to rush to her side. He stayed with her for a whole week. The second time, Daisy said she wanted to see the northern lights. He was terrified she might travel alone

Right after I won that $500M overseas order, my CEO husband's secretary kicked me out of the shareholder group. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Julian. "Zoe accidentally removed you. Don't overthink it." I stared at those words but didn't reply. I knew why he sent this message—he was afraid I'd go after Zoe Carter. But this time, I said nothing and just resigned. I had overheard his talk with his assistant that day outside the office. "Transfer all of Bella's shares to Zoe's name. Have Bella take over the overseas merger next week. Make sure all the paperwork is finalized before she gets back." The assistant's voice wavered. "But if Isabella finds o

On the day of mafia families' annual gathering, my mother and I sat in the back of a Lincoln, heading toward the Falcone estate. I was adjusting my dress when my phone buzzed with a video from my fiancé's secretary. The footage showed a middle-aged woman being dragged by her hair across a marble floor. Her cheek was already swelling, red and angry. The secretary's sharp voice cut through the audio as she delivered slap after slap. "Gianna, you pathetic gold-digger! Did you really think you could fool Don Falcone into marrying you, and then let your thieving mother wander into the estate to lift his mother's jewelry? Please." Another slap. The woman's head snapped to the side. "I'm do

What do you do when your damn husband and best friend betray you at your own wedding? Lila throws the ceremony solo, then promptly takes a young college student as her lover. Who says only men can have playthings? What happens when that same husband crawls back, vying for the top spot in the werewolf hierarchy just as Lila’s about to claim it? She kicks her lover to the curb without a second thought and dives headfirst into a ruthless battle against her wretched ex, certain victory is hers. That’s Lila. But as she claws closer to triumph in the Moon Trial, something unthinkable unravels. The college student she once kept as her lover? He’s none other than the Wolf King, ruler of the

When my boyfriend claimed he was the final boss of a horror game, I laughed it off. What kind of terrifying final boss spends every day at home doing laundry, cooking meals, handing over all his money, and constantly clinging to his wife for affection? Then, one day, I entered the horror game myself. The infamous final boss, the one every player feared, pinned me against the headboard, slowly testing the limits of my body. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “So? Do you believe me now?”

Three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, Eleanor Carter, left me at the altar to marry Dillan Perez—the adopted son of my family. The church erupted in whispers. I became the laughingstock in a single breath. Then Victoria Brown—the aloof, formidable CEO of the Brown Group—stepped forward. "I'll marry you, Lambert," she said, her voice cutting through the wreckage of my pride. I said yes. For three years, she was the perfect wife. Gentle. Attentive. She was my salvation. But there was one thing that always hung between us like a quiet ache—we never had a child. The doctors found nothing wrong with either of us. Victoria would just smile softly and say, "It will happen when the time

At the Moretti family banquet, Don Cesare Moretti won a two-person package to a private island resort. The host asked with a teasing grin, "Don Moretti, who are you taking with you?" Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me. The crowd began chanting my name, their voices rising with gleeful anticipation. "Adriana! Adriana!" My heart hammered against my ribs. I smiled at Cesare, hope blooming warm in my chest. But Cesare didn't even glance my way. His gaze had drifted past me, settling on his secretary sitting near the front. His voice was casual, almost indulgent. "Give it to her. The girl's been working late lately. She deserves a break." His secretary's face went scarlet. Thos