Chel Vore Novels & Stories

EVE After what felt like an hour drive, we stopped in front of a black gate. The driver pressed a button on the center console of the car, causing the driveway in front of us to open up. Driving through, we were met with a half-roundabout where Alex then opened the car door and helped me out. Looking up, in front of me stood an incredibly large château. Unlike the museum, this house took on a contemporary style. The exterior had been covered in a layer of concrete while the lining of the house was a cream-like color with hints of black as well. Surrounding the entirety of the front was a perfectly manicured lawn with gravel trims on the left side while there were over-hanging trees and shrub

Chloe heard the sound and peeped out from the kitchen window, she asked the chef, "Who is this now?" The cook looked at the car and shrugged as well, not knowing who it was. "Call the security and get them…" Chloe was about to finish her sentence but abruptly stopped when she saw Icarus's mother, Kelsie Vuron, step out of the car. The staff froze and looked at each other in shock before dashing towards the door to welcome her. "Mrs Vuron." They bowed in front of her, nervously looking at their own feet.

Victoria leaned back in her seat, smile fixed, eyes forward—while her fingers trembled just enough to give her away. ************************************************************** Chelle had been pacing the curb so long her legs ached. Headlights finally swept across the gate. The moment Damon’s car rolled to a stop, a black sedan slipped past the driveway. Chelle didn’t hesitate. She wrenched the passenger door open and slid inside. “That car,” she said. “Follow it.” Damon barely had time to look at her. “Chelle, what—” “Go now !!!.” Her voice cracked like a whip. Damon hit the accelerator.

"Last night I was writing down the vampire commandments," Nodding, pushing away my own vampiric experience, I thought back to our conversation: "Vampires mirrored the Ten Commandments into their own twisted ones onto a galena ore; which is often used for lead. It's beautiful but so very deadly," "When I noticed this," Pulling her phone out, Chelsa clicked on an image and held out for me to look at. My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol.

He hugged Lee. “I’m going to miss having you around”. “Me too”. VVVVV Takashi stood opposite the club a lot of people lined up for. Jun said the mole would meet him here. “Takashi right?” a girl said appearing out of nowhere. His heart leaped out of his chest, but he kept it under control. “Who’s asking?” “Geiru” she replied. “That doesn’t help me or you”. “Mole from Red Dawn”. “Oh!”

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

His clumsy attempts at building power, once I took control, became the unshakable foundation of my empire. The weapons he had so carefully plotted to use against me had, ironically, become the stepping stones for my coronation. My phone rang. "Mora, come over tonight," Chloe's voice said. "I've mixed a new vintage." "I'll be there." That evening, I arrived at Chloe's villa in the Citadel District. She had everything ready on the terrace. Exquisite crystal glasses, gleaming silverware, and a bottle of liquid in a special decanter. "What's this?" I asked, curious.

A cold smile curved my lips as I looked at them. "You should be worrying about yourselves instead." ... On stage, the foundation representative held up the Horvarte acceptance letter and announced loudly, "Please welcome Ryan Jenkins to the stage to receive your Horvarte University acceptance letter and a cash scholarship of 10,000 dollars." Under the gaze of everyone present, I walked onto the stage and received what was rightfully mine—the Horvarte acceptance letter. At that moment, Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Flores rushed onto the stage, shouting in disbelief.

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, fear flickering in her eyes before she quickly masked it. “Mrs. Romano, it is an absolute honor to have you,” she said, her voice smooth. “I am Elizabeth Vance, the creative director here.” Mrs. Romano. The name sent a cold jolt through my spine. I hadn't gotten used to the sound of it yet, and I doubted I ever would. “Thank you, Elizabeth,” I replied, keeping my voice cool and unbothered. “Please, come with me,” Elizabeth said, motioning toward a sweeping spiral staircase. “Your husband called ahead. I know exactly what you are looking for. Follow me.”

She bawled now and Vera and I tensed as we nodded. She glared at us now. “Good.” She said. “Now, listen carefully. I had some of my men kill a Feral yesterday. They will be bringing him to the Hencher tonight. Now here’s what I want you two to do.” She said and stared at us for a brief moment before she continued.