Finnick Norton And Vivian William Novels & Stories

And Mike seemed to have given up on me. Besides, Mike and Vivian weren't even close. Vivian had always supported my relationship with Nath. So what could have gone wrong? Could it be someone set both Nath and Vivian up? My brain goes into full detective mode. What if someone knocked Nath unconscious? Hid him in the bathroom. Took my phone. Sent Vivian that message. Waited for her to arrive. Then... after Vivian showed up, this person forced himself on her. Vivian didn't get the chance to see the person's face clearly. After she left, the person took out Nath. Placed him on the bed. Then left.

“I'm Finn, a reporter who works with the News Daily Firm—” “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that info?” Vivian hissed. “Well, you might be interested in this you know.” Finn continued, his persistence pissing her off. Vivian rolled her eyes at his gut. “Fuck!” She cussed under her breath before dropping her glass on the table with an undignified thud. How the hell did he notice her so well? She thought as she glared at him. Finn was able to recognize her as Logan's wife because he had often seen her in gatherings with her husband and he had personally taken a paparazzi shot of the couple weeks ago before the divorce news leaked.

, He said and went upstairs. “Hey, where were you, Maddox?”, Vivian asked. “I was downstairs with our new slave. I want to take a shower.”, Maddox said and excused himself. Vivian went downstairs to see what happened and saw semen on the floor mixed with blood and met Nisha looking lifeless. Her hatred for her grew as she didn't like that Maddox had slept with her. She went closer to her and bent. “I hate your guts and that's why you'll have to die now!”, Vivian said as she brought out a knife ready to thrust into her heart.

Phoebe whimpered again within me, the pain of that memory still fresh for her too. Sylvan's ice-blue eyes widened in genuine shock. "Vivian, I—" "Don't," I cut him off. "Don't pretend you didn't know exactly what you were doing that night." (Sylvan's POV) I stared at Vivian, my mind racing to process her revelations. All this time, I'd believed she harbored feelings for William—that I was her second choice, a consolation prize when she couldn't have my brother. But the truth was entirely different.

Was she Sabrina Delia, daughter of General Delia of the militia in Capital City? Jenna was stupefied and looked towards her again. She was such a young and beautiful girl, holding the flowers in her hands while anticipating for love. Did she know what happened to Norton? Norton's face in the visiting room that day flashed across Jenna's mind and she sighed slightly in her heart. Vivian was lying on the couch with her sparse white hair neatly combed. When she saw Jenna coming in, she beckoned to her with a smile on her face.

That quite extreme actually "Haha, your'e not a dog!" "Never mind, we better wait here while waiting for the arrival of-" Vivian's eyes lit up, behind this third-floor window she could see the love of her life, Professor Xavier. "Hey, Zion. You're curious, aren't you? I just saw him downstairs. Want to come down with me now? because if we wait we'll lose track of him." Vivian looked excited, and Zion responded. He also liked romance even though he hid that fact from everyone. And since Vivian had been talking non-stop about her prince since yesterday, Zion was quite curious.

“It makes me so angry that Nathan stole you from me. He has taken everything from me. Money, power, and you.” “No, he earned all of those things,” I stated. “You’ve been brainwashed,” he whispered as he leaned his mouth to my ear. “You will be mine soon, not to worry, my love.” “Jonathan, go tell Evander to go buy some food,” Vivian demanded. “Your future wife is probably hungry.” “Ok, mother,” Jonathan said and walked off, disappearing down the hallway. Vivian turned her attention to me. “You will divorce Nathaniel and marry Jonathan,” Vivian sneered. “I just can’t deny my baby boy.”

--- Late one afternoon, when the spring rain lashed against the windows and most of the students had long since deserted the halls, Ethan found her. Vivian was sitting in the library, books spread out in front of her, but her eyes were elsewhere. Her engagement ring—a small, perfect diamond—caught the light as she turned the page robotically. Ethan stood there for a long moment, heart pounding, fighting the fight within him. Walk away. Save yourself. But he couldn't. **"Vivian,"** he whispered. Her head snapped up, startled, the mask slipping for an instant. Pain flashed across her face before she smashed it back down.

Vivian’s mom said, standing strong. Alpha Ronald scoffed and stormed off. “Vivian?” Her dad spoke up. “How are you now married to Alpha Zander? Were you really cheating on Alpha Ronald while you two were together?” Before Vivian could respond, I stepped in. “We don’t know how it happened. But after the day I went to her company, we found out we were mates.” Vivian nodded in agreement, playing along. “The Moon goddess made you both second-chance mates? That hasn’t happened for centuries!” Vivian’s sister gasped in excitement.

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