Gore Vidal Novels & Stories

"Yes my Lord." "Hi, umm sorry if i disturbed you, i will just come back next time." Vida said timidly. She is wearing a one hand cut blue gown which marches her blue eyes with a touch of red pattern by the left, the gown is kind of stripped open from the tip up to her laps exposing a good portion of her thigh and flaunting her curvey body, her black long hair is neatly combed and pinned with a red clip.

Varek Valewind sent torches into her office; the room where she had been working on herbs to treat the injured troops that had been shipped back home from war in their numbers. I watched from outside, hidden behind a tree as she screamed, confused, scared, agitated. I watched with tears running down my eyes as the flames swallowed her whole, turning her body to ash before the scent of her blood had even faded from the air. She had been confused, I knew it. But when she stared into Varek Valewind’s evil brown eyes from the window of her study, she became still. He was the enemy, and Agatha Veylard refused to give the enemy the pleasure of seeing her squirm. She wouldn’t beg for her life, not

“Not after everything you've done to me, and especially not when I know what you're truly capable of.” I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head and sniffling through my runny nose. “What you are doing now is cruel. Act like you matter with me when you It is I we know what you no cares. It has to be one of the most horrible things a person can do to another person.” “I'm not acting, Rarity,” Vidar said, a muscle sliding up and down his throat. His eyes were back to their normal green, boring into me like he wanted to permanently drown me in his gaze. "I want you. I want you more than anything in this entire world.”

I didn't even know how I managed to speak as my throat was parched. "Oh please don't patronize me Giordana. Isn't this what you are good at? Portraying the victim in every situation. I didn't rape you, after all, we're married. I can have access to you if I like and you could have resisted if you didn't want it knowing that I was drunk but you didn't. Now you're playing victim, telling me I raped you," Scoffing he continued.

"Vanilla, I've tried everything, Blu still won't slee -- Viola." Caden comes into view, and I gasp, then grin. "Caden." I say, quietly, and he smiles at me, and in there I see acceptance and forgiveness, I just need to learn to accept and forgive myself.

' She chose the blaze. The alcove door clicked open at midnight, Vardo slipping in like a specter, suit rumpled from a transatlantic flight. His eyes, dark and unyielding, locked on her. 'You came.' No question, just possession. Nia turned, dress clinging to curves, the same one from their first gala tangle. 'I had to end it right. Vince... he's breaking without me.' Vardo stepped close, scent of leather and smoke enveloping her. 'And you? What breaks you?'

You disappoint me! She does not underestimate the woman's work, nor does she have a problem with what she makes a living for. Truth is, she doesn't give a damn about her or anyone. She was just unlucky because she was the woman who became the fiancée of the man she was flirting with. She won't let them just play with her feelings and make a fool of herself. "Tell me everything about her, Argus." "Veronica Vidal, she's 23. Her friends called her Bibi. Her mother is sick and she has three siblings, younger than her. She's been working at a strip club for five years now. And she and Diether met at a strip party."