Jeanne Vnc Novels & Stories

I held her and sat beside her. “Is your Uncle Jay done?” “Yes, Daddy, he’s in Mommy’s room,” she said, and I felt a surge of anxiety. One of my best-trained assassins is Jayd; he might do something to Vanna. I glanced at Jill. “Is the blood transfer finished?” “Yes, Magnus. They’re done,” she replied tersely, remaining seated. “Where’s Jeb?” “He might be in the restroom.” I nodded at her words, picked up Ysay, and headed to Vanna’s room. The door was slightly ajar, allowing us to enter easily. I saw the surprise on their faces. Jay was sitting in a plastic chair next to Vanna, seemingly in conversation.

I need both before Damian comes back with Thorne's head and a new set of questions. Three minutes later, the door opens. Not Damian. Sarah Jenkins. She stands in her maid's uniform, expression professionally blank—the face of a woman who has been paid to witness things and has mastered the art of not reacting to them. She doesn't look at the crib post where the blade is hidden. She doesn't look at my eyes. "Dr. Vane is ready for your evening biometric scan, Miss Moore. The master has requested a full metabolic panel before dinner." I stand on knees that feel like rusted joints. I drape my hair forward as I move—a curtain for the pulse jumping in my neck.

"You know my name?" "We scanned your biometric profile the moment you stabilized," Vivienne said, walking over to a console and tapping the glass screen. A holographic dossier projected into the air between them. Ethan stared in shock. The hologram displayed a pristine, digital blueprint of a massive, city-sized time-machine array, signed at the bottom by a familiar hand: *Alexander Vance, 1998*.

What made it worse was that she was spreading her pussy lips, exposing her clit and fingering herself. Growing up, I saw lots of traumatizing things, but that one was burned like a brand into my brain. I still remember clearly till date. About how she didn't even flinch when our eyes met, but spread her legs even wider. I turned and left. I think, that was the day I lost all respect for him. My sexcapades started soon after, plunging me into my current batshit life. He offered the tablet to me. “Her name is Joanna Vance, from an upper middle class family. She's twenty-four. They just went for laboratory screening today and have a date scheduled in two days.”

Precise. "Like she owns the damn world," Gianni whispered. He flicked his phone open and recorded a short clip. He had followed her all morning. From the penthouse at the Royal Mercer to Castillo Holdings. She hadn’t noticed. Or maybe she had, and didn’t care. Either way, Gianni knew now. Jezara Voltaire. Nirvana’s aunt. Fraternal twin to Jolene Voltaire Castillo, Nirvana’s late mother. The same woman who had disappeared from public view over a decade ago. Who everyone assumed had moved to Europe.

In the blink of an eye, my laptop is in Pigeon system mode. Ced came out to greet me, the artificial intelligence, a female, with her Asian look and raven black eyes, one Theoren created for me, and his gift before he left. I blinked away the tears in my eye, and I can't be emotional now. I have to do what Mr. Javinas said. “Ced, open the AISE database, and find the HJK089-78HJ file,” I told him as I went over the CCTV footage five months ago.

Once their mother left the room, Vianne gestured her sister toward the couch. “You should sit down for this.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” Victoria sneered. Vianne shook her head and turned on the folders. I had an uneasy feeling about it. “What is this?” Clement asked as he moved closer to me. “A video journal,” she replied simply. The screen remained dark but sounds of something moving around and someone crying could be heard. A throat cleared before an unfocused eye came into view. The figure stepped back and the camera automatically focused on the subject.

Vance asked them, his eyes narrowing as he cross-referenced the automated data feed uploading to his screen. The primary resident is registered as Rhea, a local apothecary. The other two are her sister, Tess, and a younger male relative named Leo. No signs of suspicion, sir. They claimed to have been asleep and were fully compliant with the bio-scan. The scan cleared them instantly as standard low-tier civilians.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

… At 5:30 pm, before leaving work, Jean’s new assistant, Fanny McCarthy came into Jean’s office. “Miss Mitchell…” The girl had a bitter look on her face. “What’s wrong?” “You are a trending topic again.” She handed over a smart tablet to Jean. A Twitter user, who claimed to be a former employee of Mann Corporation’s gaming division, posted a video. In the video, Anne was kneeling on the floor, begging Jean, who grabbed her hair and slapped her in the face. The video was too violent. The shooting angle of the video clearly showed that it was a sneak shot, but it still managed to capture the faces of both of them.