Finnick Norton And Vivian William Novels & Stories

Vivian calmly wiggled a finger in her ringing ear, stepped away from a group of wide-eyed interns, and found a quiet alcove near the stairwell. "It's exactly what it looks like," she said, perfectly composed. "A little tadpole went looking for his father." A beat of stunned silence. Then despite himself Nathan Lin nearly choked on a laugh. "Don't you dare change the subject on me. I want answers. What is your history with Ethan Hartwell? Why did you come back? And why are you auditioning at an entertainment agency like you don't have a four-year-old situation currently exploding all over the internet?" His voice dropped half a register, sharpening with genuine worry. "Vivian. What are you ac

**Lord Thomas Ashworth. Vivian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the garden air. Instinct screamed *danger*. The novel’s memories surged: Thomas whispering about Sophia’s low birth, suggesting ‘accidents’, urging Vivian to use her position ruthlessly. He wasn’t just a brother; he was a puppeteer, and the original Vivian had been his willing marionette.

Was Nathan? I hadn’t even realized I’d zoned out until Nathan snapped his fingers gently in front of my face. “Raina,” he said, his tone softer now, his eyes searching mine. I blinked, snapping back to reality. Before I could say anything, he pulled out his phone and swiped through it, holding the screen out to me. There, clear as day, were dozens of texts from Vivian. The messages were blatant—confessions of love, pleas for attention, and outright declarations that she wouldn’t give up on him.

‘Vivian, is this true? Inside her head she saw Vivian clearly now, her knees curled into her chest as she kept her arms tight around them. Silver was sniffing at Vivian’s bright red hair. ‘Viv, are you alright?’ Vivian looked up then, feeling as if Jordyn’s violet eyes had met her black ones. Vivian looked nearly identical to Jordyn except the bright red hair and black eyes. Her skin was a little bit paler and her barely there clothing seemed to be made of autumn leaves with a mix of brown, red, and orange coloring. She still had a red hazy aura surrounding her. As Vivian’s head snapped to the side to look at Silver, Silver jumped back, which Silver was never afraid of anything.

However, as the initial excitement settled, Kristen couldn’t help but express her concern: "But why the rush, Vivian? I mean, this is huge, and I just want to make sure you’ve thought this through." Understanding Kristen's worry, Vivian smiled reassuringly, "I know it seems fast, but when you know, you know, right? Louis and I, we just… fit together. And I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life." Kristen looked deep into Vivian's eyes, finally softening, “As long as you're happy and sure, that's what matters. I’m here for you, no matter what. I also believe Louis is perfect for you." The café door swung open, and in walked Vanessa Hart, just as Vivian and Kristen were deep in thei

“You’re the bait. The plan’s working so far.” Vivian rolled her eyes. “I hope my stress is worth all this. I swear, if I end up getting pregnant from fake flirting…” “You won’t,” Jasper said. “Just don’t fall for the snake.” She chuckled as she grabbed her purse. “Too late. I like dangerous men, remember?” “Vivian.” His voice softened. “Be careful.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Always.” Vivian got to Adrian's office. “Right on time,” Adrian said, standing as Vivian stepped in.

Scarlett leaned into Garrett, putting on a pained expression. "Garrett, you need to get to the bottom of this." "What happened between us was real -- it was a drunken mistake, not something we planned. These things happen between close friends." "But Vivian -- she's always been so above it all, never lets anyone close. If this guy wasn't something special to her, why would he go to war for her like that?" Garrett's jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscles jumping. "Vivian. You got Ethan Aldridge to go after us. Were you already planning the divorce so you could run off with him?"

She stood by the table as the assistant pushed the tablet toward her. The moment the screen lit up, her hands began to shake. Marcus didn’t look up. “Explain.” Vivian’s fingers tightened. The next second, she dropped to her knees and grabbed Marcus’s hand. “I just love you too much. I never wanted to hurt Nerina!” Marcus finally looked up. “You’ve been using me.” Vivian shook her head desperately. “I didn’t know you would really break her fingers… I didn’t know you would go that far…”

He used to laugh at my rogue face for not knowing my place, for wanting a king beyond my unranked reach, but now the great supreme leader was the one who had been brutally rejected. Vivian cannot hold the laughter in anymore and lets out a loud, booming roar of amusement. "Alright, Aron, Hugh—get your boots out of this room right now. I need a private moment alone with our love-struck king here." Without a single protest, Aron and Hugh step out into the hallway, pulling the heavy wood door shut behind them. Taking a seat right beside Seth on the wolfskin sofa, Vivian pulls out his bright phone and tilts the screen toward his face. "Here—scroll through these profiles. Does any specific omega