Novel Vista Novels & Stories

A few staff members gave polite nods as they helped us aboard. Nolan stirred only briefly, curling closer to Alex’s chest. The ride to the island was short but stunning. The water shimmered under the lowering sun, the sky streaked with hues of orange and blush pink. My eyes widened the closer we got to shore. And then I saw it. A beautiful villa stood in the distance, modern but cozy, nestled into the greenery like it had always belonged there. “Wow,” I breathed out without thinking. “This place is so beautiful. Nothing like I’ve ever seen”

They loaded their luggage and settled into the plush seats as the van began its journey along the winding coastal roads. The drive itself felt like a scene pulled from a romance film. Hills dotted with colorful houses rose on one side; on the other, the ocean spread endlessly in shimmering blue sheets, sunlight dancing across the waves. Bougainvillea vines spilled down walls in bursts of fuchsia and purple, and every turn revealed another breathtaking view. Louisa pressed her face to the window like a child. “Sparkle, please tell me we’re staying forever. Please. Just leave me here.” Cynthia smiled despite her nerves. Her heart thudded softly as the van curved up a hill toward the villa rese

numb night. “I don’t want to create another pack,” I said. “No,” Nora whispered, holding my hands close, “You’re creating something better.” The moon was a pale promise against the horizon, silver light pulling shadows across the frost-crusted trees and ridge beyond. From our overlook above Ember Hills, our village glowed from lanterns draped between trees and hearth fires flickering in the distance. Laughter rose from the valley below like an offering.

She couldn't help admiring the sights as the truck rolled into Camila Vista, a fancy secluded area in the outskirts of the city. The houses in the gridded streets were hidden behind acacia trees and big-ass iron gates, but most of them were so huge that their rooftop pools and glass towers were visible from blocks away. The shower of lights, which were now teal, led them to the largest and prettiest estate in Camila Vista.

In Seraph Villa, Diana had just stepped out of the shower, her hair still damp, when her phone suddenly buzzed. Hugo had sent a photo of Norchester's night skyline. Skyscrapers rose in dense rows, their lights glittering against the darkness. Hugo: [Hey, the night view here in Norchester isn't as nice as Brimcrest's.] A smile tugged at her lips. Holding the phone in one hand, she typed back: [Then why are you still there?]

Chapter 80 Nora's POV The first frost of the season dusted the city like powdered sugar, turning Skyview’s terrace into a glittering wonderland. I stood outside with a warm shawl wrapped around my shoulders, watching the sunrise paint the glass towers in soft pinks and golds. These quiet mornings had become my favorite ritual… time to breathe, to reflect, to remember how far we had come.

He breathed through his nose and opened his eyes. Choosing to loosen up a bit as the day has started on a frustrating note for him. Letting out a miffed sigh, he took out his coat and kept it over his chair. Next, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and walked up to the life-size glass window, which was his favorite part of the entire cabin. Viaan stuffed his hands in his pockets, seeking peace in the alluring sight. He let his mind divert in random thoughts of the upcoming event while looking at the beautiful clouds traveling a few meters above his building. The beautiful lives running on the roads of Enclave city come into sight when looking downwards from the 50th floor of hi

Hestia nods thoughtfully, "Well, if I'm out and about and I come across some, I'll let you know." I smile at her and take a seat on my bed, "I'd love that. Actually, let me put your number in my phone." Hestia shakes her head, "Oh, Violet, I'd love to but since I work for Anthony, that also means I work for you. I'm not allowed to give out my phone number." I click my tongue at her, "You introduced yourself to me as my new best friend, remember? Best friends should have each others phone numbers. Now hand it over, sister."

“I don’t want to be a pattern.” Phoenix met her gaze. “Then be a question.” Night fell fully outside, rain tapping softly against the window. For a brief moment, everything felt almost normal. Then Elara gasped. Her vision flared silver-white, sharp and sudden. Images slammed into her consciousness—fractured, overlapping. A city skyline collapsing into shadow. A woman screaming her name. The Witness pressing closer—not angry, but curious. Elara clutched the edge of the bed, breath hitching. Damien caught her shoulders.

No more hiding. But Violet was right. I still had work. I dragged my attention back to the report. A new land acquisition I'd been stalking for months—an open stretch halfway up the mountain, forest at its back, the city spread at its feet. Dawn and dusk there were unreal. I was going to buy it. Build from the ground up—a dessert haven that would be ours. The first time Violet passed that overlook, she stopped. Her eyes went soft and starry. "If I could open a dessert shop somewhere like this," she'd whispered, like a prayer, "wrapped in nature, with the most beautiful light—guests could watch the seasons turn while they eat. What a dream that would be."