Lavinia Novels & Stories

she grumbled. Vanessa exchanged glances with me and we burst into laughter while Brooke grumbled some more. "Sorry Brooke. It's not my fault they look nice," I said between laughs. "Well, Brooke isn't completely wrong," Vanny put in. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Let me explain," Brooke said. "Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the security guy, the gardener and the cleaner but they both look good though the gateman looks like he could have a family. Your cook, what did you say her name is again? Your cook is very lovely. In fact, she's beautiful and also looks like a married woman. If her husband is as fine as she is, then her children must be drop dead gorgeous."

They were not looking happy and my worry was escalating. Is she alright? Just as I am about to tell Mr. Henderson that she’ll be coming in a minute, I hear the sound of heels clicking as someone runs over to our table. I stand up and look in the direction of the sound to find Aviana making her way to the table in an elegant violet evening dress. It hugs her perfect figure and her perfect curves like a second skin. And even though it isn’t revealing, she looks absolutely ravishing. Her silky-smooth leg peeks out from the slit in her dress to help her walk which goes up till a little above her knee.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

She had made her choice, she had chosen Vincent, she had chosen the wealth, the influence, the position and the security that came with being the wife of the king, she had believed she would never regret it. But now Adrian was back in her life. And worse... He was interested in Lilith. Helena couldn't allow that. She couldn't allow Lilith to have everything. So, before she could change her mind, she left the mansion. She arrived at Adrian's residence a few minutes later. "Helena?" Adrian called shockingly immediately he opened the door. "Hello." She smiled sweetly. He stared at her for several seconds, then looked behind her. "Is something wrong?"

Yet even his defiance couldn’t hide the flash of fear in his eyes—the realisation that this battle wasn't his to win. And then, as if heeding an unspoken summons, another presence manifested amidst the fray. The shadows shifted again, altered by a new force—one familiar yet profoundly different. Luna. She floated ethereal and haunting, her eyes obsidian pools reflecting a world devoid of light. There was an elegance to her form, an unyielding majesty that sent shivers racing down my spine. But her presence was marred by darkness, a sinister force that cloaked her like a second skin.

"Yet, here I am, knowing full well that he's an amazing partner to me, more than I could ever hope for." I take a sip of my champagne. "I think you just have a bad-boy fetish." "And I think you're lonely and won't admit it, but here we are." “I guess now he’ll just have to get used to me being around.” I ignore his last statement, wrapping my arms around my body, shivering slightly. “We should go back inside. It’s pretty cold.” “Yeah. Oh, wait- what’s up with your name?” “Oh. That.” I tilt my head slowly. “They kind of think my name is Marissa. Please don’t call me Lavender around them.”

Brown's Mansion** Lavina stared at her reflection for a long time before letting out a sigh "I'll avenge you father. I swear "she muttered standing on her feet Lavina made her way into the bathroom and soon came out completely wet Her wet hair stucked to her shoulders and her lips extremely tempting She wore a long hoodie top and packed her hair into a double pony tail Her phone in her left hand as she descended down the glass staircase "Buenos dias sra Lavina (Good morning Ms Lavina)" her nanny ma'am Margarita greeted.

Arlo and Scarlett exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging the significance of her presence in this unfolding situation. Lavinia's gaze remained downcast, her youth and inexperience standing in stark contrast to the seriousness of the circumstances. Yet, her presence held a certain weight, as it was believed that her unique abilities could aid Viggo in his efforts to rid Selena of the lingering Lycan influence. Stepping forward, Arlo's voice carried a blend of gentleness and resolve. "Lavinia, we understand that this might be overwhelming for you. But your assistance could be vital in saving Selena. Are you willing to give it a

Lavinia drank in the sight of her two favorite people for one long, heart-swelling moment before reluctantly slipping from the bed. As much as she would have loved to linger, she knew there were things that needed attending to. So she padded across the bedroom and through the open door of the suite, already anticipating the rejuvenating heat of the shower. Lavinia emerged some time later wrapped in a fluffy towel as she crossed to the walk-in closet. However, soft and large hands suddenly grabbed her peaches while she was putting on her bra.

“No. I think I’ll take a walk into the garden, get some air. Be careful, Tom, all right?” “I promise.” The garden was dark and quiet. The smell of freshly cut grass was everywhere. I often remembered that smell afterward: wild, savage, furious... I leaned against a tree and sighed. Below the hard bark, tree sap was flowing, barely audible. I thought that being such a tree could be nice. They couldn’t think. “Your Highness...” I raised my eyebrows. Lavinia stepped out of the shade, like an apparition. In her white dress, she was ethereal, mesmerizing, entrancingly innocent, only once scarlet rose in the buttonhole.