Ms Venable Novels & Stories

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

Lucian Vale. Seraphina Devacruax. Serena Rivera. Dominic Keene. Roth Vos Vivian’s breath hitched faintly at that last name. Roth Vos — the late-night comedian turned actor, turned PR nightmare. He hadn’t been near Vale Studios since his very public implosion last year. She didn’t know what Vale was planning, but she knew this: bringing that list of people into one ballroom was like trapping wolves in a mirrored cage. Her phone buzzed again — same anonymous sender.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

“The New York city's gala has been brought to an end by the sudden death of Raymond Vale, the host of this year's gala and CEO of Vale Enterprises who collapsed minutes ago and now declared dead." The massive television screen suddenly goes black again, filling the living room with a harsh, scratching hiss of white noise. That name "Vale" sends a chill down my spine. I loath it, everything and anyone tied to it. If anything in this expensive house carries the name Vale, I’d probably want to smash it to pieces. That’s how much I hate that name. But as the static buzzes, a heavy feeling settles in my stomach. Because no matter how I feel… losing a father, even a cruel one, is not something I'd

He expected a sly-looking old woman but was surprised to see a young man in his late twenties. “As you have already figured out, I am your mysterious benefactor. The entire mess outside would have been easily avoidable had you not let your pride get the better of you. But that is not what’s important here. I am here for an issue I need thoroughly investigated. After all, you hold the most powerful force in this city. You can get the information that no one else can. I need all the information on an accident that happened five years ago outside Creedmoor City Hospital involving a couple named Zach Garrett and his wife Rachel Kent. I need everything you can get on the perpetrators, the masterm

Cain's voice comes out deep and terrifying, filling the car and making all of us sit back in our seats. My hand is still in his and although it's holding mine tightly, it's as though he's being careful not to hurt me, even though his other one is clamped on the steering wheel with white knuckles, reminding me once again that not only do I not know this guy, but he's part of a group that has enemies capable of kidnapping me and an ally, if that's what that other man could be called, that can cause a car accident and hurt two large men, without a thought.