Barbara X Venti Novels & Stories

Barbara drawled, "do you know that red dress you've been whyning about? I got it for you." "What?" Mitchell's head snapped up as she gasped, "Tell me you're kidding." "Go grab it from the closet, let's hit the club baby," Barbara chuckled as Mitchell sprinted towards the closet, squealing in excitement. [Trev Club, Los Angeles, Late Night] "Oh my goodness! Let's dance, Mitch!" Barbara yelled through the music, her voice barely audible. "Nooope, I don't...want to," Mitchell slurred, her vision getting blurred. She took just a bottle of vodka. Why is it having so much effect on her?

—It’s me, Rebeca. He looked me up and down, admiringly. —Wow, you look stunning. I smiled but kept my composure. —Thank you. We went to the bar together. —What will you have? I looked at Bryan, letting him decide. —I’ll have the same as him. He raised an eyebrow, with a mischievous look. —Two vodkas on the rocks. The bartender served us, and Bryan watched me as I took a sip. —What’s up?

Nikolai Vlayes didn't expect for a drunk girl to capture his attention tonight. He remembered clearly that when he first walked in here he was disgusted by this low class bar and wondered why Alessio would invite him here. Smoke roamed around in the air so was the sweat of bodies. Nikolai adjusted his suit, and walked into the VIP section, here he had a full view of the bar and that's how he noticed the girl in red sitting at the counter and truly he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. Champagne felt like her bladder would burst any minute now, she slowly got off the stool and trying to stabilise her self.

The headline caught my eye immediately. "Billionaire Dante Salvatierra Spotted with Ex-Fiancée Barbara Vance," I read quietly to myself. My breath caught in my throat. I tapped the link, my fingers trembling slightly. The page loaded, revealing a photo at the top of the article. It was Dante and Barbara. They were sitting at an outdoor table at a very expensive restaurant downtown. Dante looked handsome in a dark gray suit. Barbara was wearing a white designer dress, smiling brightly at him. The caption underneath was even worse than the picture. "Sources claim the couple is rekindling their romance ahead of the SalTech luxury launch," it read.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just

"Wait a moment. I'll make you a cup of coffee." "I'd like milk and sugar with it," Barbara said. "No problem!" After brewing two cups of coffee, Fia handed one to Barbara. When Barbara reached out to accept it, she could smell the other strong and bitter cup. It meant that it was pure black without any cream or sugar. She looked at Fia in surprise. "You're such a young girl, but you drink such bitter coffee?"

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

MESSAGE: Barbara: How is my best friend doing? Ivy: Screw best friend, you are a bitch. Barbara: I’m bitchen Ivy: You are fucking annoying, I can’t believe you set me up. Barbara: it wasn’t a setup, I just wanted you guys to have fun so I figured why not a sex club Ivy: Ugh! Barbara: if you have an itch, there is always someone to scratch it for you. Ivy: Never said anything about an itch Barbara: Whatever just remember one thing I sent you there for a reason so make me proud.

Her beauty attracted the attention of all the customers in the cafe. Britney walked over and sat opposite Barbara. Barbara smiled politely at Britney and asked, "What do you fancy?" "Jamaican blue mountain coffee!" Britney replied. The waiter quickly brought over the coffee. After stirring the coffee with a spoon for a long time, Britney stopped and said to Barbara, "You are much thinner than before." Barbara smiled faintly and did not speak. Britney didn't mind Barbara's silence. She sighed and softly added, "Time flies! In a blink of an eyes, it's been nine years!"

“Isn’t it Mr. Goldmann’s birthday soon? We came to decorate the party venue, and my cousin is buying.” Maisie put down the glass of water. “Just order anything, don’t be shy.” Ryleigh nudged her with her shoulder. “Ms. Vanderbilt is being very generous!” The server came to take the orders, and after that, Tanner popped the Remy Martins and poured it into the decanter while asking, “Who doesn’t want a drink?” “Barbara, are you drinking?” Ryleigh asked Barbara who was sitting next to her. Helios looked at her and saw her looking back, and at that moment, they both looked away.