Aventurine X Reader Novels & Stories

Vivienne swiftly retrieved her laptop from behind the pile of pillows the moment the sound of Julian and Tristan's footsteps completely disappeared from the upper corridor. Page after page of digital files that had been unlocked using Tristan's encryption key the previous night was now displayed clearly before her round eyes. Vivienne's plump fingers moved rapidly, her gaze locking onto a hidden folder marked with an overseas registration code. A cold smile laden with political intrigue slowly formed on her pale lips. "Illegal mining investments in the northern district under a private shell company..." Vivienne hissed in a slow voice, her eyes gleaming with calculations fueled by burning ve

A chandelier gleamed above a long desk of carved obsidian. Behind it sat a man with dark, Oily skin and a scar slicing through his right cheek. Varcen. He sipped wine like royalty. “Buyers?” he drawled, setting down his goblet. “We heard you deal in exclusives,” Magnus said. Varcen smiled. “Everyone wants something exclusive. Can you pay for it?” I stepped forward. “We’re not here to haggle. We want information.” The smile faltered. “Information also has a cost.”

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Even from me. Ceres stumbled back, gasping. "This... This is Xavier's birthright." The seal at the book's edge dissolved, revealing one word beneath layers of dust. AUREN. She turned. The chamber was silent. But her path was not. "The truth must rise," she whispered. "Even if it burns us all." As Ceres descends into the passage, far above in the observatory, Vito stares through a crack in the glass, watching her form disappear underground.

I was glad. Then I began to read some comments which were kind of crazy. Like ; Oh, she is so pretty. Her ass is even bigger. Is she young? Gosh! See her killer body. I love nothing but her killer hips and waist. Those blue eyes. Is she even real? She is surreal. Then I saw some hateful comments like ; She isn't even pretty. How many guys had she fucked to be the Luna? I frowned but almost burst into laughter. "Get a life bruh, I didn't fuck anyone to be the Luna. I am the rightful heiress to the throne." I muttered. I didn't reply. I only glanced through. But in one way or the other, my mind drifted to Blake. What happened last night?

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The average heighted girl introduced herself as Marian while the other was Jenny. They got to the second room and Jenny knocked this time around, they didn't get any response so she knocked again but still didn't get any response. So they went to the third room which was now by the left. Jenny knocked gently but quite loud, they didn't get any response while she was about to knock the second time the door flung open. It was Cassio's cousin room, he saw them and shifted for them to enter and they did then he closed the door and locked it .

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I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…

They were securely archived within the stone vault. * The Boundless Sanctuary: The financial stipends for the class of twelve resident authors were permanently secured. They received creative shelter, free from daily word counts or platform-mandated cliffhangers. * The Unvouched Core: A raw unrefined gemstone rested quietly within its custom stone alcove. It was a monument proving that true narrative value lay in its unpolished essence. Marcus's secure text link chirped softly at the edge of her screen. An executive summary from the booksellers cooperative accompanied it. Elena clicked the alert open. The green distribution nodes across the map lit up in a pattern.