Inherent Vice Novel Novels & Stories

Every inch of her posture radiated superiority and contempt for the man who had somehow wormed his way into their prestigious family. “Then how the fuck did you find yourself in my niece's bed?” Vivian spat, her words sharp and accusing. “There’s no way someone like you earned his way into Scarlett’s bed. You’re nowhere near her level. Confess now, or we’ll press charges.” Julian’s cold gaze swept the room before landing on Vivian. His voice was calm, yet laced coldness “Press charges for what? Breathing the same air as her?” He straightened up his posture, his eyes devoid of any emotion,“I’ve done nothing to Scarlett. If you want answers, ask her.”

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

Aria sat back in the leather chair, her fingers tracing the edge of the folder as if it could anchor her thoughts. The Ashford library was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against the walls and seemed to hold its breath. Rows of books stretched above her, titles she had never bothered to read before tonight, volumes on history, law, strategy, power. And now, every one of them seemed irrelevant. What mattered was the truth hidden in ink and numbers, the story of betrayal that had shaped both her family and Lucien’s.

But this time, I will make sure that I will win on this. On that day, I realized how people with money can control the world on their own hand. Dante Cartiño hid after he free himself from that jail. But what he did only prove that he is guilty. There are news few years ago that, the former Vice Mayor passed away a year after hiding. But I don’t believe on that. Bad people don’t die easily. And now, I proved that I was right. “I’m sorry,” I uttered and continue flipping the pages. “Rape case,” I whispered and my hand balled into fist after reading those words.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

************** The room was dull, colorless, and harsh, holding nothing but a solitary bench against the wall. It smelled of raw concrete, dried sweat, and blood long soaked into the floor. No life lived there, only the quiet truth that those who crossed its threshold were rarely meant to walk back out. Zaria pulled her weak knees towards her chest and wrapped her arms around herself as she sat on the bench. Every part of her body aches, especially her neck, which he held. ‘ What competition?’ She thought, staring blankly into space. She doesn't know what the competition was about but she already had a bad feeling about it.

Chapter Six: Unwelcome I stared at her. Not because I wanted to—but because my brain hadn’t caught up with what my eyes were seeing. She was completely naked. Rain soaked through my clothes, dripping from my hair, sliding down my spine, pooling at my feet—but somehow, that wasn’t what made me feel exposed. It was this. Standing outside Andre Clark’s building. At midnight. Looking like I’d been dragged through a storm. While a naked girl answered the door like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought to law to weed it out. -FRANCIS BACON, Essays *** ~Aiden I smelled Anna and Ben the moment my mother came in, I did not like that one bit and I couldn’t do anything about it now. Concentrating on the traitorous bitch in front of me, I tensed when Anna barged in with a raging Ben. Anna’s gaze met Grace’s and they both stared at each other. Grace in shock and Anna as if she remembered something.

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Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,