Lois Vore Novels & Stories

(still in my mind of course), "I think we'll be fine from here thank you," Leo said deeply, saving me from the situation. She nodded her head and left us to stand behind the cashier desk. From the corner of my eye, I kept seeing her looking over to give us disapproving looks. "What is her problem?" I said quietly as Leo and I wandered around the section the lady had shown us to. "Old fashioned views about not mating before marriage," Leo replied, picking up a tiny footed onesie with a hood and cute little bear ears.

Lorelei descended, landing on the ground. "Why?" Liora asked. "You have to have this building demolished." Liora was taken aback. "Demolish the building?" Lorelei chuckled bitterly. "Yes! My body lies beneath it, undiscovered for 53 years. How can I move on willingly when my body is not properly laid to rest?" Liora was indeed shocked by her words. Nevertheless, she resolved to investigate further to ascertain Lorelei's veracity. "What is your name?" "Lorelei Whitewood. I was a freshman in the Foreign Language Department, class of 2001. You can check with the police; there should be records," Lorelei provided.

Vittoria's POV I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing the sleek fabric of my dress.The dark red dress hugged my curves, accentuating my figure in an elegant way. The thin straps of the dress rested delicately on my shoulders with my collarbone and the curve of my neck exposed. A single gold pendant rested on my neck just above the dip of my dress. The matching earrings were subtle but elegant and I wore soft makeup. I styled my hair in loose waves that cascaded down my back and framed my face.

"Ms. Wickham, you're aware of that too?" Lorelei managed to say after a moment of silence, her embarrassment deepening. It seemed her feelings had been quite evident. Violet nodded sympathetically and replied, "Having feelings for someone isn't a bad thing." She sought to console Lorelei, hoping to ease her discomfort. Lorelei's lips trembled, and her gaze involuntarily drifted back toward the room. "In terms of looks, talent, and character, I don't think I'm inferior to anyone. So why did I lose?" she pondered aloud, questioning why she had been overlooked in favor of someone as seemingly ordinary as Astrid.

And even if someone does hear him, they'll do what people always do when they sense horror—pretend they didn’t. Two of my men hauled him out of the van. He kicked and twisted, but the more he moved, the deeper the cuts from his earlier thrashing opened. The blood had started to soak through the tape around his mouth. His eyes darted around, looking for something—help, maybe Or mercy. Either way, I wasn’t offering. When we reached the center of the room, Lovia was already there—standing like a shadow sculpted from fury. Wearing a black gloves and tight coat. Her face was unreadable but still beautiful and deadly.

“I worship Xenia, the god of justice, freedom and equality between men.” The woman rolled her eyes, “Are you from Mount Sinah? I heard that the people there worshipped Xenia. I guess that is true.” “Madam I'll tell you a secret,” Violet whispered near the older woman's ear, “I was exploited by my lover. One day when I couldn't bear it, I prayed for his demise and the next day, I heard need that he was beheaded.” The older woman gasped, then looked at her daughter and faked a smile, “Go back to your work, I'll talk to the newbie.”

Eventually, she found herself parked outside a discreet café tucked into a quiet corner of the Lower East Side, — an address that had appeared in an encrypted message delivered to her private inbox hours earlier. Inside, a woman waited. Mid-forties. Immaculately dressed. Cold eyes. “You’re Juliette Rowe,” the woman said — not a question, but a verdict. Juliette didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “Lorraine Voss,” the woman replied. “I used to work for Vincent Graves. I helped restructure the Thorne empire after your father-in-law's death.” “And you’re reaching out now because…?” “Because this war is getting messy. And we both know who loses the most if it spirals.”

"Mmmm, Ouch!" Susan wakes up with a pounding headache and intense feel of hunger in her stomach but her memories are hazy and fragmented. All she remembers is that, her boss Mr Xander had offered to drop her off at her apartment and when he did, she insisted that he comes in and they both drank red wine untill she had an hangover. "Ooh No! What have I done this time." She knows that it couldn't have been good since she is loose-liped when ever she gets tipsy.

The envelope is blank but there is a small note inside. My Zurielle. Or, what did your father always call you? My Zuri-bear. That dress you tried on looked very sexy on you, but I’m concerned other men will be tempted to claim you for themselves, as beautiful as you are, even without the dress. I want to make this very clear, Zuri-bear. I won’t let another man have what is mine! If I find you dating someone else or if I see another man trying to claim you for themselves, I may get very mad. Someone, such as your bestie, Hailey, might get hurt very badly. Take this as your first and last warning, my sweet love. I will be keeping a close eye on you, even as you read this. At the end of the not