Novel Vista Novels & Stories

My hand fit perfectly in his, a familiar comfort that grounded me in the whirlwind of emotions. After about five minutes of walking, our boots were crunching softly on the pristine snow, we arrived at a secluded villa. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. Its roof was entirely made of glass, designed specifically to watch the Northern Lights, which were still swirling overhead in a breathtaking celestial ballet. In front of the villa, a vast, frozen lake stretched out into the distance, reflecting the muted glow of the aurora like a giant, glittering mirror. The silence here was profound, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind and the crunch of our footsteps. It felt like we had step

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Deal. When lunchtime finally arrived, I was a complete mess. I grabbed a taxi with Vanessa to The Vista, a posh hotel in the center of Manhattan. The rooftop garden was well-known; it was a well-kept, verdant area with tasteful sculptures, fountains, and a city vista that made everything seem little and doable.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

IVY'S POINT OF VIEW "Wow, what a view." I removed my shades, placing it in my hair before looking up, I know that voice all too well. Wilder. Thought I won't have to see his annoyingly handsome face again, guess I was wrong. Before saying anything I took my time to ogle at his amazing half-naked body. We are at the pool and let me just put it out there, his hot body is the real view. "Are you stalking me?" I closed the novel which I was reading before I got disturbed.

"Want to keep walking?" Abigail wrapped her arms around him. "Yeah." They walked across a large green lawn and came upon a breathtaking view of the ocean. Monsoon Villa's popularity was clear; it sat right in the heart of Florivera city, offering a glimpse of both the bustling city and the serene sea. While Abigail knew about the villa's ocean view, the sight during sunset was a captivating first for her. The sea had a golden shimmer, looking truly magnificent. "Nathan, this place is amazing!"

Still at times she questioned herself why she have to have such slow witted husband. “…recently, when I visited New City…I come across some very interresting book in the Central Grand Library…it was titled, Real Estate Ventures and Opportunity…the book was written by Mr. President himself…such a blessed genius man indeed…in the book he taught that…an empty land and mundane attractions can be turned into money…a very lot of money…enough to feed for generation to come if utilized correctly and skilfully…Now, what we have in our hand was vast land…how about we turned them into a residential zone…full of affordable houses for the mass…and those, mountains we turned them..into a vacations

The dark sky with the moon hidden behind the night clouds could signal some crime going on. The roads of Ville were empty as Amelthia, a young girl about 22 years, ran bare feet for the sake of her life. Fear was evident in her eyes, her body cold from the wind, her feet covered with blood, breathing heavily and erotic, she was helpless. As Amelthia ran she would continuously look back to see if she was far enough or not. As she kept looking back, she stumbled over a stone falling on her knees and hurting them.

"SOMETIMES THE ANSWER YOU NEED IS IN THE LAST PLACE YOU WANT TO LOOK." DAMIEN The city lights blurred beyond the tinted windows in long smears of gold and white, the Western Gates doing what cities did at night, continuing without concern for anything happening inside a black SUV moving through its streets. I stared at the tablet in my hand.

Jax smiled and went back to eating his food. After dinner, while the rest cleaned up, he took her out on a stroll of the pack. The two of them walked side by side. The night breeze running through their hair. Constanza looked up at the night sky. The sky was beautiful. "The sky here is so clear and pretty unlike in the city." she told Jax. "The sky in the city isn't clear?" Jax asked. "Not at all, all the fumes and chemicals makes it unclear." "I am glad you like it, I must admit I was a bit afraid you would hate it here."