Rent Me For V Day Novels & Stories

Nico took me directly to the library and asked me to stay there and closed the door behind him without explaining why. I sat in the armchair and waited. An hour passed. Then Dante came in. He was already in his jacket which meant he was going somewhere or had come from somewhere and his face was doing the controlled neutral that I now read as something requiring careful management underneath it. He sat at the reading desk and looked at me directly. "Viktor attacked one of our allied businesses this morning," he said. "In the commercial district. Broad daylight." I held his gaze. "How bad."

Carmen “Let’s just say that Venom Vultures is a motorcycle club, plus benefits.” “What kind of benefits?” “The kind of benefits that don’t come with rules. You can do whatever you want.” “Within reason,” Carter chips in. Vex flashes his friend a calculating glare. “Then tell me—what was your reason for bidding all of this money on a girl?” “I don’t see you complaining,” Carter counters. Vex looks me up and down and smiles. “I’d never dream of complaining. Carmen is priceless.”

she waved a hand vaguely in my direction "—do whatever it is you did to make him play along." "That's a Belvedere Custom," Cassandra added, nodding sagely like she suddenly qualified as an expert. "My friend's ex rented one for prom. Two hundred dollars an hour. Anyone can look rich for an hour or two, dummies.” "Exactly." Karen folded her arms, thoroughly pleased with herself now, some of her earlier confidence creeping back into her spine. "This is just some random guy. He can never be the Supreme Alpha. Never.” I opened my mouth, half out of reflex, ready to correct her, but Damon's hand found my elbow — light, brief, unmistakably a request to let it go — and I closed my mouth again.

“I’m not weak.” “Prove it.” He stood. “Tonight, Russo is hosting a gala in Milan. For charity. You’re coming with me.” “As what?” His eyes dropped to my ring. “As mine.” 352 days left. Rule one: Dead. Rule fifteen: Aim for the heart. And rule sixteen, spoken by Vittoria De Santis in a garden full of ghosts: Queens don’t get to be afraid.

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This was my chance to make a move, to turn this invitation into an opportunity. "hello?" "hello, you should be miss Carter?" "y...yes I am" my body stabled, the voice sounded ordinary, not scary nor intimidating. "this is Jamie from luxe event planning, we received an order that you needed a luxury black sedan, to rent?" "luxury black sedan!!?" I replied trying to mask my shock , I coughed slightly "I am aware" I replied stabilizing my voice once again. "Great!, you can pick it up tomorrow at 5pm from our downtown garage, there would be a driver on scene to deliver the keys as well as take you to your destination....." the voice paused sightly, possibly waiting for a response, it continued

He was thinking about the Bentley, imagining what it’d feel like to drive a car like this, to hear the engine roar just once. She sighed and leaned forward sweetly. “Officer, we were actually on our way to an event. My friend here is sponsoring the Verona Main Event this Saturday—boxing, you know? Big names, big crowd. We could arrange a pair of tickets. Front row.” The man hesitated. Rhea smiled more, her voice softer, almost melodic. “You’d look great behind this wheel, though. Maybe just this once, we could let the city breathe, no paperwork?”

She thought about what her mother had said before she left. “Now honey, we’re going to keep your room. Just like we did with Catherine. So when you want to spend the night here once in a while, you can,” Chelsea’s phone dinged. Derek: Hey, Chelsea. Hope you’re doing well. It will be 70s retro night at The Oasis on Saturday. People will be dressed in 70s clothes. It should be fun. Hope to see you there.

I was beginning to regret ever dating him or giving myself to him. Vandyke walked up to me with two mocktails in his hands, “You are not a good drinker, right? It’s alcohol free.” He handed one to me and leaned on the railing, I did the same as we both sipped our mocktails. “I was expecting to see more people here than we’re seeing. It’s basically just us and a selected few.” He nodded, “I rented most of the rooms and part of the yacht for us,” he replied like it was nothing.

“Yes, sir. Any particular time?” “Seven o’clock.” He nodded quickly, pulling out his phone to make a note. “And another thing,” I added deliberately. “Buy me a big bouquet of roses.” “Noted, sir,” Evan replied enthusiastically before murmuring an excuse and leaving. I swiveled my chair, letting my gaze drift to the skyline outside. Memories pressed in, unbidden. August fifteenth—this day had always held meaning for me. I never thought it would also be hers.