Noe Vanitas No Carte Novels & Stories

She had worked with Sofia long enough to know when not to be too curious, especially if Sofia isn't saying anything. Still, she looked at the crate again. “It’s a powerful piece. Corte Notturna, right? It seems too serious for a project like ours.” Sofia just offered a small smile. “Then maybe, I got it for something else.” Her assistant nodded and dropped the subject.

The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface. A staff member's voice echoed from beyond the door, asking, "Are you alright, miss?" I looked down at my hands. The wounds on my wrists were still there, but they were swiftly fading away before my very eyes. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Tiffany. "I just had a very long dream, Clara. I dreamed that we were at karaoke, and then I disappeared…" "I had the same dream!" Rosalie exclaimed in her own message. "I also dreamed about that bastard, Seth. How repulsive!"

“This is just the beginning.” He rose again and went to the obsidian desk. From a drawer, he produced not a business card, but a credit card. It was a matte black, devoid of any bank logo or numbers, save for a series of embossed digits and his name in stark silver: ENZO VALENTI. He brought it back to her.

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

I don't think I can handle another lingering gaze from him. The evening takes a dark turn as work becomes more intense and it seems a hundred people are calling my name at a time. But I somehow manage to remain composed, right until the moment I take a few steps away from a few customers and bump into someone. I turn around, hoping it's just one of my colleagues, only to find the guy from table six bent over the ground. When he straightens, Norah's vile of poison is in his hand, and the velvet napkin in the other. He wraps it with the napkin, handing it to me. "This fell from your pocket."

Violet began to synthesize the words that Marys spoke and she looked at Marys and Aiyana who nodded like they understood what her facial expressions meant. “The bond you speak of. It is the bond between Scarlet and I, isn’t it?” They nodded in agreement. “And this room, it belongs to her, isn’t it?” She added and they nodded again. Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the door once again.

[Can you get me that one, please] Using his usual doe-eye pleading technique, Nero asked Audrey to buy him something. He knew this technique never failed to work before. The two were current walking around Brujeria when they come across a student from yellow realm peddling her product at the side of the street. "It's Vanity Mist, Nero. What do you even need that for? You're a cat, for crying out loud. You can clean yourself just fine." [What do you know? Just because we are seen obsessively cleaning ourselves with our tongue does not mean we love doing it. Don't get me even started with the hairball. Blegh!]

she said dramatically, like we were opening a cake box or something lighthearted. I peeled the lid off slowly. Inside was a single dead rose. Wilted, blackened at the edges, like it had been plucked from a graveyard. And a card. No name. Just my current address written in the most formal handwriting I had ever seen. My breath caught in my throat. He had found me and his games were about to start again. Vanessa laughed awkwardly. “Uh… dark romance vibes?” “I....I need a sec,” I stammered, jumping up.

Vanessa pretended like she had not heard anything. Hence, the two colleagues gossiping in the pantry thought that Vanessa was oblivious to their words too. They smiled at her and said, "Vanessa, your lip color looks so pretty today. It must be No.43 from Chanel. It sells out every time." "Yeah." In fact, that was not the case at all, but Vanessa did not feel like explaining to them at all. She would just let them think whatever they wanted.

"It’s a beautiful view from the top, Knox. Especially considering how hard they tried to push me off the ledge." Knox let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a sleek, encrypted tablet, sliding it across the marble bar top toward me. "An early coronation present. Consider it the final paperwork on the Van Der Bilt estate."