Mimic Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

Emily’s POV The warm Caribbean breeze kissed my sun-kissed skin as I stepped onto the wooden deck of the private villa. Palm trees swayed lazily against a perfect turquoise sky, and the ocean whispered promises of relaxation. This was supposed to be our second honeymoon—eight years of marriage to Ryan, and I desperately needed this escape. At thirty-two, I still turned heads with my curvy figure: full breasts that strained against bikini tops, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and long wavy auburn hair that cascaded down my back. But lately, the spark in our bedroom had dimmed to polite routine. Ryan worked endless hours as a corporate lawyer, leaving me—a graphic designer who worked fr

What is even more worrying for everyone who got the power here in the US, is that Mies Sai, the Virtue Financial owner has woke up, and he doesn’t seems happy. Blue Hill Medical Centre, Los Angles, VVIP Floor. Stephanie De Gusto as well as the entire of the De Gusto family were in the midst of waiting for their Elder of the family as well as the president of Gusto Energy Corporations to undergo his operations that would finally cured his heart diseases, It has been long time due. as the owner of a mega corporations business getting a heart donor or any new organ is not something that I so hard to him, but the percentage of survival is what concerned him the most. But with the existence of VH

The sound of Max’s subtle laughter caused Vic to consciously bring a soft cloth napkin up to her lips and wipe away the ring of white cream that had been stamped across her mouth. “That was incredible!” Vic said to Maddelena in a soft tone and almost jumped when Alexander chuckled before snapping his fingers. “Please dig in Vic. We have much to start today, and this impromptu breakfast is going to put us behind if we take much longer.” he explained. Vic nodded and looked down at her plate before letting a hearty laugh escape her throat. May I ask a question sir?” Vic announced, and Alexander gave her a curt nod as he placed a tidy fork full of fluffy eggs into his own mouth. Vic sw

“I am the new Interim CEO of the Carter Group.” Mr. Carter let out a bitter, disbelief laugh. “You? You can’t run this company, Aria. You’re an artist. You’re soft. The wolves will eat you alive by lunch.” Aria placed her hands on the leather chair—Vivienne’s future chair—and leaned forward. “The wolves are already dead, Dad,” she said softly. “Simon is in a cell. Vivienne is in a coma. And you?” She looked him up and down. “You’re packing a box.”