Lavinia Novelas e Histórias

(Author's POV) Lavinia stood alone in the hallway after everyone had gone their separate ways. Luca's words kept playing over and over in her mind. He had said that Vincenzo treated Celeste well, and that thought refused to leave her. She could not understand it. A man like Vincenzo Vitale had chosen Celeste. Not Tiziana, who was elegant, beautiful, and had spent years making herself look like the perfect woman in every situation.

"Scarlett." ******

“I look forward to it.” As the evening progressed, Lavinia found herself not just settling into her role, but excelling at it. She conversed easily with the other guests, drawing on her extensive reading and her years of observing high-society interactions from the periphery. When asked about her background, she spoke confidently about her education and her work at Wynthorne Enterprises, positioning herself as an accomplished professional rather than merely Henry’s assistant.

Her lips curve, then she turns to me. Something in the woman’s smirk changes. A darkness steals over her features, like she’s thinking of something bad. “I am Lavinia, the Vampire King’s assistant. We are pleased to have you here. We have been waiting for you. Please, follow me.”

That moment, the Lavinia in front of him was different, she was not the sweet and daring lady, she was the vampire Lavinia. “Who dared to play a trick on me?”

Lavinia’s gift is special to her, she can hypnotize a group of people and when she adds her voice to her hum, she can then not only erase proceeding events but she can manipulate the event and make them believe what she wants them to believe happened. Lavinia walks around the Boutique as she sings, removing the meeting of her and replacing it with just some blurred female face. She leaves the male that came with her and was the closest to the female until last, as she knows that his memory is going to be the hardest to change. There was something more there, as even now she can feel him fighting her gift.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Ash wasn’t sure if Lavinia was actually taller than her (she wasn’t) but the woman just seemed to stand over her, literally and figuratively. Lavinia spoke with authority and moved with a dancer’s grace. With her wavy black hair, curling softly about her shoulders, she looked regal: the rightful and noble queen of a castle. To Ash, even her name sounded fancy: Lavinia. And yet, Mrs. Guzman was also warm and motherly. “It’s not too tight, is it?” Lavinia asked. “No, ma’am,” Ash replied.

“Raveen's Lavina. Lavina was only Raveen's" []

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.