Noe X Vanitas Novels & Stories

It felt like a promise, a tether pulling her closer to him. But then, as their lips parted, the world around them began to crumble. The vibrant garden faded into a cold, gray void, the flowers withering into ash and scattering in the air. The music distorted into an eerie, echoing hum, before dissolving completely into silence. Adrian's touch grew cold and slipped away like mist through her fingers. His figure blurred, fading farther and farther into the darkness. "No, please—Adrian!" Noelle cried, her voice breaking as she reached out, desperate to keep him close. But no matter how hard she tried, her hands grasped at nothing.

He spent twenty minutes in the bedroom, stabilizing Mom's racing heart, assuring me her surgical repairs held perfectly firm despite the shock. When Aris stepped back into the hallway, he reached into his tailored suit jacket. "Thought you might need a distraction," Aris said smoothly. He handed me a sleek black envelope and a heavy, leather-bound book. "Van Gogh's lesser-known sketches. And two VIP passes to the MoMA exhibit this weekend. I heard from your friend that you like post-impressionism." The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop suddenly. Noah stepped out of the shadows. His tall, broad frame blocked the only exit. His dark suit jacket was off.

A scream built inside Noah’s throat, lodged behind clenched teeth as his spine bowed, bones stretching beneath skin, vertebrae snapping with brutal rhythm. His fingers curled into claws, nails blackening as they ripped through the threads of his shirt until her scent broke through the haze. Vanilla. Emma. He gasped, chest heaving, claws retracting just enough to steady himself. His head tilted, eyes locking on her—wide-eyed, breathless, trembling. She was staring at him like she didn’t know whether to run or pull him closer. Her lips were parted, glistening, and her fingers twisted in the air before they found his hair and gripped.

"Ms. Wren? I'm Evan Durham. Please call me Evan. Come along, and I'll show you the studio." I trailed him up the stairs, and there she was—or rather, there I was. The body on the table was my mirror image. My breath caught. She looked uncannily real. Lying there with her eyes closed, she seemed so lifelike I almost expected her to wake. Evan looked pleased with my reaction. "Our work is one of a kind," he told me. "Up close, most people can't tell the difference." He explained the rest with a calmness that felt surreal. It was as if we were picking out wedding flowers instead of orchestrating my disappearance.

"I'm leaving. But just remember—Adrian didn't fall today. He’s still standing. He’s still the man you remember. Noah is just... what remains." Vanessa left as quietly as she had arrived, leaving the scent of expensive perfume and poison in the air. Lydia sat back down beside Noah. He didn't speak. He couldn't. But his grip on Lydia’s hand tightened. ***

Celeste walked up to Darius, then hooked her arm through his. "Natalia has gone to New Verden. I'm your new bride-to-be! Are you surprised?" His eyes widened upon hearing that, and his breath hitched. Moments later, he shoved her aside before bolting out of the bridal shop in a frenzy. … After arriving in New Verden, I quickly settled in and resumed control of the company. That day, during a business meeting, I was stunned to find that my new partner was a childhood friend—Sebastian Thorne. It had been years since I last saw him, and he had grown into a strikingly handsome man.

Only the real things were left behind, like the wind, the starry sky, and us, who were sitting together. "Let's always be good friends in the future, Clara," Quinn said suddenly. "Sure." "Let's not argue anymore." "Okay. We won't." I reached out my hand at the same time that Quinn, Rosalie, and Tiffany did. We stacked our hands atop one another as if we were performing a ritual that had been a long time coming. A shooting star soared across the sky above our heads. I didn't have enough time to make a wish, but I believed that our biggest wishes had already been fulfilled.

neo goes after her and no and fights with Viro. no:- why are you running away, do you have a plan to win, I am going to defeat to and take all the batch from you, if I fail to defeat you, then I will use your friend, to win, my brother soon going to catch her and if you didn't hand over those star to me, we will going to kill her. viro:- I will kill you if you do anything with her, I will go to cut you down.

The kind of swimsuit that cost more than a car and looked like it cost nothing at all. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” Xavian said, pulling himself out of the pool. Water cascaded down his chest, and Nyx understood immediately why Vane had been friends with him. Xavian was beautiful in the specific way that made you forget about consequences. Like looking at him was a form of danger you’d willingly walk into. “I wanted to talk,” she said. “Alone.” “Vane’s going to lose his mind.” “Probably,” she agreed. “But he’s working on the Milan communications network, and that gives us about forty minutes before he realizes I’m missing.”

It carried the vanilla and tangerine notes of the white firs and ponderosas, interwoven with the spiciness of tree bark, and the freshness of the crisp breeze. It stirred the bloody and broken parts of my soul, the shards quivering as they sliced into my flesh. The girl I once was sobbed at the realization that she was getting everything she’d ever wanted, but that she could keep none of it. My wolf lifted her head and unleashed a sorrowful howl. Mate. “Mate.” Nox whispered as I reached the last step. His lips were just as soft and full as they were at fourteen. Even now, I was caught in his web, watching them dance over every syllable.