Novel Vista Novels & Stories

“Let’s forget them. Come on, let’s sit and talk.” The family drifted from the dining hall into the lounge. The view here was nothing like Violet’s city apartment—this villa sat high against the mountain, opening onto an infinity pool that seemed to spill into the horizon. The sliding glass doors stood half-open, letting in the rustle of autumn leaves. The sofas formed a loose semicircle. With so few people—just Julian and Violet, Richard and Nora, and Serena—they sat spaced apart. Julian stayed close to Violet, shoulder to shoulder.

Shravan held Drishti's arms firmly "Excuse me Mr Malhotra. I will just have a quick word with my wife. Meanwhile Mithran and Isha will go over the proposal and resort plan for you" Shravan said and Drishti gasped Vihaan frowned seeing the way Shravan was behaving. As though he doesn't have any idea as to who Drishti actually is "Resort?? You are building a resort in D Love?? Over my dead body" Drishti declared crossing her arms over her chest and looking at Vihaan defiantly

Summer’s Point of View With unwavering concentration, I fixed my gaze upon the majestic skyscrapers that pierced the heavens, their towering presence commanding attention from the topmost floor of the luxurious hotel. The view stretched out as far as the eye could see, with rolling hills cascading into a vibrant tapestry of colors, each hue more vivid than the last. The sky above was a masterpiece in itself, painted with wisps of cotton candy clouds that seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle breeze. The soft, gentle glow emanating from each light source created a captivating ambiance, as if the city itself was adorned with a celestial aura.

"Fill in any amount you want." Helen stared at Nathaniel in disbelief. Her eyes were red rimmed. "I became your mistress when I was 20, and now you're abandoning me? You're abandoning Nelson? What about your mother? Nelson's her only grandchild!" "And I've given you money. Our relationship is nothing more than a transaction! I'll handle my mother. In the meantime, think about how much money you want. You won't walk away with nothing, but you won't walk away with the things you want either. I don't have it in me."

Eyes. On me. I turned slightly. And there she was. Violet. Standing like she had been waiting. Of course she had. Her gaze moved over me slowly. Taking everything in. Not curious. Not surprised. Just… aware. “You went outside,” she said. Not a question. I crossed my arms lightly. “I have legs.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” Her lips curved slightly. Not quite a smile. “You’re adjusting quickly.” “I’m adapting.” “That’s dangerous.”

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

Vanessa’s POV The clock on my new desk hit 5:00 p.m. sharp. I stared at the last folder on my desk, some pointless inter-departmental requisition form, I closed it, and stood. The view from Floor 14 was inferior: no skyline dominance, no river glittering like a vein of silver, just a mid-level cityscape that felt like exile. I didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone. There was no one worth saying goodbye to down here.

Zenith's POV The morning light spills through the tall windows in soft slants, brushing across the wooden floor with a golden warmth that feels nothing short of sacred. I blink against the glow and stretch beneath the thick, fluffy covers. For a moment, I forget where I am. Then I hear it, the wind whispering through the pines. That familiar scent of mountain air, clean and piney, drifts through the cracked window. I sit up slowly, remembering. Nevada. The villa. Alejandro. A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it. He bought this place for me. No, he put it in my name. As if he was handing me not just a house, but a home, a sanctuary, a promise.

​The late August heat began to break just as the sun dipped behind the western tree line, casting long, violet shadows across the manicured lawns of the estate. ​Inside the main villa, the quiet was absolute—a soothing contrast to the whirlwind of the past few months. In the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed dark roast coffee filled the air. Natty sat at the island counter, a tablet propped open in front of her as she reviewed the initial floor plans for the new regional art center. She looked up as I entered, her face breaking into a bright, easy smile.