Novel & Cerita Finnick Norton And Vivian William

She brought her face close to Nathan's, completely exposing her bra to Nathan. Nathan didn't look at Vivian for more than three seconds and decided to get up from his seat, trying to get away from Vivian. However, Vivian was more agile. She grabbed Nathan's hand, held it, and didn't let him move.

Vivian rolled her eyes but she said nothing more. "Come... Tell everyone what you saw." Peter's Mom said. "Good Morning, Alpha. Luna. Alpha Peter, Beta Antonio, and Female Beta Elena." Maria started. Vivian was seething with anger... They didn't see her?! What is the meaning of this nonsense? She opened her mouth to talk but was silenced by her mother's sharp glare. She shrunk back and held the pillar she was leaning on. "Last night, my sister and I were hungry..." FLASHBACK

"I'm not a fool. I never was. And he was right about another thing too." He touched my cheek. "I did want you from the beginning. Longer than you know." A week passed. Vincent was arrested. Don White, the most powerful man in the city, was led away in handcuffs. The news spread like wildfire. Vivian survived. Barely. She would live, but she would never be the same. Neither would Luca. I tried not to think about any of it. Ethan and I boarded a plane for our honeymoon. The island was small. Private. The water was so blue it hurt to look at.

The reality was somehow worse than anything I’d imagined. Leonardo sat in his favorite chair like some kind of mafia don from central casting. Vivian was draped across the settee next to him, literally draped, like she was posing for a Renaissance painting titled “Woman Who Definitely Poisoned Her Last Three Husbands.” And between them sat Dr. Windley. Vivian had attached herself to Leonardo’s arm like a particularly attractive barnacle, her head on his shoulder in a display that made me want to bleach my eyeballs. They were all laughing at something.

she continued, trying to convince herself that her old memories were as vivid and clear as the day she experienced them. "Gwen, listen to me," Finn came forward and grabbed her arms, pulling her up, not caring if she would shove him away again. "I did not kiss her, and we were not together, okay? Vivienne was my fiancée before we met, and I didn't even like her. It was an arranged marriage, I never loved her. I never loved anyone like I loved you," he concluded, looking into her eyes with those powerful green eyes that had the strength to destabilize her completely.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Garrett. I watch you every night. I touch myself thinking about you. If you don’t let me join… I’ll tell Mom and Dad everything. Every dirty detail. How you’re destroying Genevieve right now. How much she loves it.” She pulled her hoodie over her head slowly, revealing she wore nothing underneath—small, perky breasts with hard pink nipples, smooth skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she pushed her leggings down, stepping out of them completely naked. Quiet, shy Vivian was just as stunning, her body softer than Genevieve’s athletic frame but no less tempting. “Please,” she whispered, stepping closer, eyes locked on where I was still fucking her twin. “Let me jo

Vivian shuffles her color swatches. Nico looks at his phone. Both are clearly trying to avoid each as much as possible, could there something actually going on between these two?

Morris looked stunned by the question, and he didn't know how to answer it. "Vivian, nobody paid him. Stop exaggerating your emotions. We know you're a little surprised about the development, but-" "A little surprised? You think I'm exaggerating my emotions?! I think you all are clowns. Clowns! This is either a joke, or you all are dumb. I'm not getting married to this man, period!", Vivian stood her ground and took a sharp turn, heading straight for the stairs. She ignored her parents calls and got into her room.

But Vivian was not interested in leaving. ​ “Emma, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?” Vivian rushed up and offered her hand to Will. “I’m Vivian, Emma’s roommate. I’m sure she’s told you all about me.” Vivian tossed her long hair back, and batted her eyes. ​ “No,” Will said, taking Vivian’s hand and placing a light kiss on it. “She hasn’t mentioned you at all.” Emma’s face grew red with anger.

They found Vivian in the guest room, still in last night's clothes, and brought her downstairs. I watched through the doorway as Vivian sat across from a young male agent with her arms crossed and her expression arranged into something that communicated complete and utter disinterest in his entire existence. "And what is your relationship to Mr. Thorne?" he asked. "I'm the best friend of his wife. We're very close. I'm basically family." She examined her nails. "Do you need me to spell wife?" "Ms. Moretti—" "It's just Vivian." "When did you first become aware of the relationship between Elara White and Alexander Thorne?"