Lois Vore Novels & Stories

She asks herself mentally and then looks at the lady who had stopped and was looking at her. No! Looking can not be the word, because the looks she gave her were purely those of hatred. Kimora turned and left while Violet was still trying to assimilate what had just happened there. Could her day not get any worse? From the moment she was dressing up for her marriage, things started to happen to her. In one evening, she had series of unexplainable experiences and now, someone she knows not was looking at her as if she stole one of the person’s belongings.

With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum. Hey Boss, yeah, Kelly come on in. This came in today and I think it's the smoking gun we need to close the Wilson case (Maria Wilson, a 30-year-old single mother was allegedly involved in the burglary of a jewelry store in Greenwood that resulted in the death of the business owner. Maria was arrested and sent to jail separated from her daughter and will give anything to see her daughter again). Hmmmn, this is good Kelly, let's use this to bring Maria home and unite her with her daughter. Thanks Boss.

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

(OLIVE'S VISION PART 1) Lois, a petite, beautiful brunette—hated her boss so much she often imagined breaking his nose. Who wouldn't want to break Elijah Stern's nose? He was such a freak and psychotic human, and all his employees detested him.

What other secret was this woman hiding? Ivy’s face turned pale at the revelation. ‘How could this bitch be Miss L? I’ve been trying to contact Miss L so that she could be my mentor. How could it be this bitch?’ Meanwhile, Eloise smiled and looked at Lora. She said, “Miss Davis–or should I say, Miss L, I recognised your work because your design has your signature style. There’s no other designer who’s able to tell a story using their designs… that feat is impossible to copy.”

My own voice cut through the room before he finished. Every head turned. Good. Let them. I was done waiting for men to recover their comfort before I used mine. “I need five minutes.” The chair blinked. “Mrs. Valois, this board is currently in the middle of…” “A fraud structure tied to my birth record, a dead woman’s voice, an unlawful authority grab, and a strategist who just tried to take the archive key off my body in front of your entire table.” I looked at him. “You can survive five minutes.”

My jaw clenched at the headlines of the article. ‘Lorelei Volkonsky was seen attending an exclusive event with her ex, Conrad Vokonsky, who is also the nephew of her husband, Viktor Volkonsky.’ F*CK!

attraction. As the evening drew to a close, Julian approached Rory, his smile warm and genuine. "You've outdone yourself, Rory. This has been an unforgettable night." Rory's heart skipped a beat as Julian's hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through her entire body. As the days turned into weeks, Rory and Julian's relationship blossomed. They would meet for coffee, discussing everything from business to their personal lives. But one fateful evening, as they strolled along the riverfront, Rory stumbled upon a shocking discovery. A news article on her phone revealed that Julian Blackwood was, in fact, an alias. His real name was Ethan Wright, a man with a shady past and

Lady Vetta’s shriek filled the doorway — genuine, theatrical grief. “Oh, Moon Goddess! My daughter! Lois has murdered my child in a jealous rage!” Lady Vetta wailed, collapsing into a chair. Lois looked up and met Karl’s stare. Whatever flicker of curiosity had been there earlier was gone. His glance was red-hot, animal and immediate. His jaw worked; his hands curled so tight his knuckles blanched. “You—” He moved faster than any of them could have guessed. In a blink he had Lois pressed against the bed, his body leaning over hers, fists braced on either side. The motion was brutal, possessive, a warning and a verdict all at once.