Ivanhoe Novels & Stories

The penthouse of the Sterling-Vance building stood eighty stories above the city, a glass-and-steel fortress that overlooked the tiny, scurrying lives of the humans below. To the public, Vane was the reclusive billionaire who had just "merged" his interests with the Vance estate. To Elara, he was the man currently pouring two fingers of amber bourbon while staring at a map that shouldn't exist.

Howard’s pupils flashed a cold killing intent. Yoel stepped on the accelerator, and the Range Raver shot out. Haffen Villa was located at the foot of a mountain in the west of Mendorra City, endowed with the convenience of transportation and the beauty of nature. At this moment, the villa was already crowded and had got a lively vibe.

It was already dark, but the lights from the traditional street lamps were enough to view the house well. A very big white mansion, with gold pillars. Words were not enough to describe what I was seeing. "It's beautiful," I murmured, and my aunt just chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house. "Wait till you see it tomorrow morning, darling," she said. We got to the doorsteps and I stood behind her, my heart beating fast in my heart as she knocked softly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened widely and an elderly woman was smiling at us... or rather, my aunt.

Rachel "Remember my eighteenth birthday," I said. Daniel lifted his face with his eyes focused on me. "How can I forget? I nodded, I knew what he meant. It was the same day a big tantrum happened in the house with a big fight between Daniel's mom and his and my father too. The fight was so big that it even resulted in their divorce. I don't know, what was the reason behind their fight that was so big that it resulted in separation, even being a cheater can't separate Daniel's mother from his father but a fight did.

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She had to have known it would come eventually. Elara lives on the south side of town in a sweet neighborhood of houses with picket fences and bare flowerbeds now covered by snow. Vivianne pulls to the curb in front of a white house with black detailing that looks as if it was hauled out of a magazine. I follow Vivianne as she gets out of the car and makes her way to the door. In the driveway is Elara's old Beetle and seeing it reminds me of how cold I was able to feel before. Elara's mother opens the door. "Hi, Girls," she says somberly. "It's nice of you to stop by. Elara is in her room with Imogen. Head on up."

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

that was so sarcastic, Ava gave a sad smile which she returned. “Yeah. I met Brad through a friend. He’s a medical doctor and he stays in Breuckelen. At first, it was all lovey-dovey. The love and care were mind-blowing. I just don’t know what happened now.” she kept hissing and sniffling. “Usually, it starts well. The ride gets sweet. Tell me everything, please.” Ava grabbed Olivia’s hands and held them together. “Remember when I told you I was traveling home?” Olivia wiped her face, Ava smiled and shook her head. “It was him I went to see. I traveled to Breuckelen to see him.”

Aisha POV: After driving for almost an hour we finally halted at some unknown place, during this whole hour ride vivan did not bother to speak to me even once also every time when I tried to initiate any topic he shut me down with his absurd answers because of which after few attempts even I stopped questioning him, however because of his indifferent behavior today I was getting little suspicious of his motives when “We are here!” Vivan suddenly said whereas straight away got down by opening van door “Aisha get down!” he ordered me once he was out and also offered me his hand to safely get down which I happily accepted “Wh.. on earth is this place?” I questioned vivan eyeing our whole surrou

The scouts pushed their chairs back, their fear saturating the room before they lowered their gazes. “Where are the hunters?” Ava repeated, her voice low and strained. Her fists were balled up on her lap, and her knuckles were white. “The motel at the end of Main Street. It’s the busiest part of town, even at this time of night, and they have views from every angle as well as surveillance,” the shorter scout answered through his teeth, against his will. “Ava,” Nate whispered, placing his hand over hers. “Not like this.” Shame flooded their bond for a second before Ava stood.