Novel & Cerita Dragon Age: Inquisition Vivienne Romance

Viona also returned a big smile, clinging onto his shoulders to mutter back, " I love you too.. Damien.." " Brian is really getting married to Silvia!", Viona muttered, pinching the corner of the invitation letter. She secretly stole a glance of Ariana's expression. Ariana was calm, too quiet to understand what was going inside her mind. Secretly, Viona hoped that Ariana would give her brother a second chance. But it seems like, Ariana had already started to move on. Never in these weeks, she talked about Brian or anything about their bond. Ashley was also seated next to Ariana. No matter how many times Damien tried, Ashley didn't agree to accept Vincent as her mate. It seemed like Ashley bo

I heard myself scream before I felt it, and then I felt it, a ripping down the center of my chest, through my ribs, through everything, and Sable was howling inside me, a sound I had never heard her make, and my knees hit the marble and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, there was nothing in the world but the tearing. I was on the floor writhing in the pain when I saw it happen. Vivienne swayed on her feet, her hand flying to her forehead, and she stumbled against Alaric's chest in a faint, and he caught her instantly, both arms wrapping around her, his voice urgent, calling her name, asking if she was hurt, if the baby was fine, shouting toward the doors for the physician. He was holding h

Only Vivian, where no one could see, clenched her fists until her nails drew blood. The ceremony ended like a bad joke. Damien brought her home, his longing for Elena at a breaking point. Tonight, he'd tell Vivian the truth: the ceremony was a favor, not a commitment. A dying woman's final wish. Nothing more. His mate was Elena. The Luna of this pack was Elena. No one else. When he emerged from the bathroom, Vivian was draped across the bed in a lace nightgown, leaving nothing to imagination. "I'm ready. Will you mark me now?"

None of them matched anything they'd seen before. And when Yvette looked at her reflection, her eyes shimmered faintly blue. --- They left the vault sealed, but not locked. There was no key. Not anymore. The seal itself pulsed with a rhythm that did not belong to time or space but to memory. Yvette felt it in her chest like a second heartbeat. She wondered if this was what Vivienne had felt before her fall. A slow merging between self and source. A drift from identity into inheritance. The girl from the thorns had no name. Or perhaps she had too many. They called her "Branwen," borrowed from a lullaby Cara remembered their mother humming.

Vivian As I approached Richard, I felt my cheeks redden, a subtle warmth spreading across my face. He gazed at me with an admiring expression, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation. "Vivian, you look absolutely stunning tonight," Richard said, his British accent shining through as his voice sounded low and smooth. "Your hair is looking particularly healthy and luscious. I've never seen it shine like that before." I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest at his kind words. "Thank you, Richard. That's very sweet of you."

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

A veil trailing behind me. ‘No. No, no, no.’ “I do,” a familiar voice said beside me, warm and confident. I turned, and my world shattered all over again. Damien Storm stood next to me in a black tuxedo, looking more handsome than ever. His grey eyes were bright with happiness as he smiled at me—at the stranger he thought I was. The man who’d destroyed Clara Wren was now promising to love and cherish Liora Rivers. “And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

He just keeps staring at me with those cold eyes while this woman touches him possessively. "Well, well," the woman says loudly, making sure everyone can hear. "This must be the new arrival. The one who looks like Elena." The way she says Elena's name—with pity and condescension—makes my skin crawl. "Vivienne," Elder Thorne says warningly, appearing at my side. "That's enough." So this is Vivienne. Based on how comfortable she is touching Kade, I'm guessing she's the mistress Maya mentioned. The woman who's been in Kade's life for years.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

“The healers have begun tending to those who were wounded fleeing the Elders’ guards.” Zalindra sank onto the edge of a velvet chaise, her sapphire flame flickering faintly at her collarbone. She let her gaze move over each of them. Lucian with his fierce defiance, Lorian with his careful steadiness, Layla with her quiet wisdom and felt the bond stir, weaving them tighter.