Dahvie Vanity 2024 Novels & Stories

A small, meticulously crafted side table sits nearby, showcasing a collection of carefully chosen books and a crystal decanter filled with his favorite spirits. The master bedroom also includes a private enclave dedicated to self-care and grooming. A luxurious vanity, complete with a well-lit mirror and a plush stool, stands as an homage to meticulous grooming rituals. The vanity is adorned with an array of high-end grooming products, from fine colognes to exquisite shaving sets, showcasing the gentleman's attention to detail and self-presentation.

VINCENT I arrived at the event hall, already regretting my decision to come. The hall itself was over the top—just like my mother. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilling light onto the gleaming marble floor. White and gold drapes cascaded from the walls, and tall floral arrangements, bursting with roses and lilies, lined the edges of the room. The centerpiece was an elaborate display of her name—Da'ana Powers—in gold letters, draped with ivy and soft twinkling lights. Her brand launch, which was disguised as a welcome party.

Even though she was dressed simply, the entire effect was charming and even heartwarming. The vanity was painted gold, with an elegant mirror. On top of it there were several pieces of fine jewelry, diamonds, pearls, and sapphires. They were also polished and dust free, like they were waiting to be worn. A bottle of expensive perfume sat on the vanity in a custom-made glass bottle. I recognized the label; It was a perfume by Givenchy that cost well over a few hundred dollars an ounce. This was the first time I'd seen any evidence of a woman living in the mansion. Everything in the room was so clean it had to be maintained that way for someone.

Vivian POV Finally the threat is gone, I smiled and came online, the internet was blasting with the hot news. “Damien should be home alone or at work, I should go console him”. I thought to myself. I smirked and went to freshen up, putting on a short V-lined white Louise Vuitton lotus dress which was backless and sleek black Gucci heels, I put on my expensive seduction perfume and did my make up to look sexy. “He won't be able to resist me," I chuckled and walked out of my room.

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

17 Darian's smile widened as he breathed in the scent of roses in Fahira's room. His brown irises scanned every corner of the small room, comparable to the luxurious bathroom in his own apartment. While waiting for Fahira to fetch his change of clothes, Darian explored every nook of Fahira's room. It was small, but for some reason, Darian wanted to linger there. He paused in front of Fahira's dressing table, which held her simple makeup tools. Not as extensive as his mother's collection. He read the brand names on each cosmetic product used by Fahira.

She linked our arms and we entered the guest room. I gasped at the number of clothes hung on display on the hanger, different kinds of diamond and gold jewelry arranged on the vanity. "No way!" Beth gasped in wonder when she spotted the large shoe rack stocked with shoes. "Good morning Miss. Asher." Vikki's girls greeted with a working smile. I nodded in reply. "Okay, sit, we're running out of time." Vikki shoved me on the armchair in front of the large vanity mirror with light bulbs attached to it.

So, despite not being rich, her mother always insisted that they should use DAHL products even if they were more costly. Sometimes, Vivian thought that her mother was a big fan of DAHL products, and she suddenly remembered something, 'Mom also said that DAHL will be launching a new product next month. Is this related to what Stefan and the person on the phone talked about?’ Vivian was still standing not far from the dining table, and a cup of coffee was still in her hand. Originally, she didn't mean to eavesdrop, knowing that such an action would be impolite. However, after hearing Stefan suddenly mention Steen in their conversation, Vivian suddenly felt curious. That was why she stood there

“Like you…” She looked at him and raised her brow. “Are you mocking me?” How could he even say that? She was asleep for a week. He thought he was beautiful. For all she cared, she was sure as hell; she got booger, dry saliva all over her face, and her hair resembled a bird's nest. He frowned back. “Of course not—what made you think I was mocking you?” She rolled her eyes and said, “Never mind." Stepping slowly, Diana saw the huge classic vanity in the left-side corner of the room. It was a perfect vanity that provided extra seating without taking up too much space, yet it looks so elegant and inviting.

Soft, recessed lighting illuminated the heated floors, and a wide vanity spanned the far wall. He set her down on a tufted velvet bench, keeping one hand firmly on her shoulder to steady her balance, and reached over to turn the brushed-gold fixtures. While the tub filled, Zavian turned to the vanity and gathered the bottles. Shampoo. Conditioner. Body wash. The minimalist packaging stood out starkly atop an antique silver tray. Beside them, stacked with reverent precision, sat neatly arranged packages of sanitary products, covering multiple types and brands. Emmeline looked at the items, and the silent tears continued to spill over her lower lashes, tracking through the dust and dried blood