Queen Vivi Novels & Stories

I needed a fucking drink and for meeting Antonio Ivanov. I went in and sat at the lounge talking to Antonio. 'Jax Martinez.' 'Antonio Ivanov.' We went in for a hug. 'How are you?' I asked. 'I'm fine my brother on the other hand not so doing well when he realised that his future wife has run away and is not to be seen ever again.' I chuckled. I heard about her. They referred to her as the Queen of Souls. Murderer and takes right after her family name - Vitiello.

She was only twenty-two, married just two months ago to thirty-five-year-old Alpha Basil Gilbert. His thumb traced the edge of the page slowly, almost absently, as his gaze devoured the timeline. Two months ago, the realm had shifted irrevocably, Seraphina was crowned as Alpha Queen, Vivica marrying shortly after that. Every detail about Vivica was from after the marriage; her past, before the union, was pristine, unnervingly clean. Innocent. Until his eyes landed on her maiden surname. Vivica Dawson.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

Victoria stood at the backstage feeling nervous, she would soon be introduced to her new colleagues, she knows her ex husband works here also, in as much she had hated him for the past two years, but that didn't stop her from knowing all his daily activities and engagement. She came to seek the revenge she desired for the past two years. Her only prayer is that God should help her through, because she knows how irresistible and domineering he can be... After some minutes of contemplating if she should go ahead or not, she heard Mr Elijah, the manager of AZ organization introduce her to everyone.

Apart from the quick reveal in the press conference, she was still hiding behind the veil. Vivian tried to comfort herself, thinking it was because she was too ashamed to show her face. But even she could not help but feel it was akin to Princess and Queens hiding behind the curtain. Instead of embarrassment, she was refusing others the privilege to see her.

But when someone appeared in his line of sight, he stopped moving. "Well, hello there, little guy . . . What are you doing there under the rain?" Eric watched as Evangeline bent down and grabbed Snow into her embrace. He forgot to breathe as he watched the woman –– dubbed as a vicious, cruel, pompous Queen –– protectively embraced Snow in her arms. "Did you run away from home? I don't see a collar though . . . ," Evangeline murmured. She swept Snow with her lilac eyes and her pouty lips stretched wide in a smile.

For a moment, I saw the woman I had married uncertain, frightened, attempting bravery. But beneath that, I saw something else. The Luna she had always been destined to become. “Hello, husband,” she said softly. “I believe we need to speak.” Vincent chose that instant to lunge forward with supernatural speed. He never reached her. She lifted her hand, and he simply stopped suspended mid-leap, his expression frozen in frustrated fury. “I wasn’t finished speaking,” she said pleasantly. “It is impolite to interrupt.” My wolves had moved to flank Vincent’s group, but I barely noticed. My attention was entirely fixed on the woman standing in the center of the chamber, power radiating from her like

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

There was so much chaos and suffering I was beginning to feel nauseous. "Clean blood, saline, beetroot, charcoal, and some other herbs to treat the wolfsbane. You got her here in time my Queen. Once this runs through her system she will wake and start healing. All we can do is wait now." A kind woman with an easy smile replied to me. "I'm Dr. Williams. If you have any questions I'm happy to serve you." The woman with silky brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfectly tone skin bowed her head to me.

Tipping his head back, he runs his fingers through his hair as he inhales through his nostrils, taking a quick whiff of the air surrounding us. “I’ve been told redheads are almost impossible to control. There will be nothing more satisfying than watching the great Artemis Volkov's daughter submit to me at every whim.” He looks at me like I am his prey for the second time, and it makes me feel filthy to my core. “Don’t flatter yourself, Don Venturi. If you think marrying me will be a hoot, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I snarl, struggling against my restraints, desiring nothing more than to lunge at him, so I can claw his eyeballs out of their sockets.