Repeat Vn Novels & Stories

His eyes fluttered open, and there he was Vane, his stepfather, standing at the foot of the bed, utterly naked. Elias’s heart slammed against his ribs, accelerating into a frantic rhythm that echoed in his ears. Vane’s presence filled the room. At thirty-nine, Vane Ashford was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—broad shoulders, honed from years of routines in the private gym downstairs. His chest was a sculpted expanse of muscles, with a light trail of dark hair that went downward, drawing Elias’s gaze in lower. Vane’s skin glowed faintly in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, a warm olive tone that outline the lines of his abs, each rib defined as if carved by an artist’s h

"You're Serena Vale, right? Do you realize you were late on your first day?" Serena blinked innocently and glanced at her watch before addressing the manager, "Manager, you're mistaken. Work starts at nine and right now, it's exactly eight fifty-nine and thirty seconds. Technically, I'm not late; I'm thirty seconds early. How can that be considered late?" The manager was taken aback by the newcomer's audacity to talk back and grew even angrier. "Don't you know you're supposed to arrive five minutes early? It's basic professionalism."

Vane continues. "He’s full of shit," I whisper. "Not for long," Chana says quietly. "Give it five minutes." Vane talks for another four minutes. It’s agonizing. Sitting in the dark, sweating through my shirt, listening to this bastard soak up the applause of a hundred and fifty other bastards. My fingers hover over the keyboard. They’re shaking a little. I flex my hands, forcing the muscles to loosen. "Thank you," Vane says, his voice echoing loudly. "Enjoy your evening."

​The Vane’s Legacy II screamed through the "Null-Fold," but the vibration was different. It wasn't the smooth, rhythmic hum of the Republic’s slipstream. It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers.

The dilapidated cabin looked gloomy amongst the towering elms. He ascended the front steps toward the door, already had ideas of what he was going to do with the steps and the small veranda. He put the key in the keyhole and turned it. It still smelled like old tobacco and wet wood. He entered carefully, the floor creaked, the hinges squeaked. Everything was still at its place, nobody had been in there since old man Bob's funeral.

"Oh, Las Vegas is the life!" Amanda gave a big whoop, a big grin on her face. She had just cheated some men off their money in a game, and as usual, underestimating the power of a young woman, they were too stupid to notice that she cheated. She was interrupted from her happy thought by a vibration then chime that came from her phone. With a sigh, she pulled it out, it was probably the guys worrying over her as usual. They acted all tough because of how big they were but deep down, they were just cuddly bears, she giggled at that thought.

I didn't have a Quran in my house—Maybe Mum might've had it back home, but never before had I cared to check. Resorting to my phone, I typed down the words I remembered from just a few hours ago. I had kept repeating that same line to myself over and over again, until it had become a part of my long-term memory. Surah Ar-Rahman popped open and I clicked on the first video. The room resonated with the sound of the Qirat and breaking it was solely the sound of my sobs.

Coming back home. To be continued...

Prologue "Damn it...!" Vanilla cursed softly then asked the driver to take her to Beck's house. At Beck's front gate, Vanilla only needed to enter the security passcode without having to bother calling anyone to open the gate. Technology is now very sophisticated, everything can be accessed through a cellular phone. The girl also only had to enter the security code on the main door of the house where Beck lived and then took long strides towards the semicircular staircase in the middle of the room.

Maybe it was just an after-effect of a growth spurt? After a shower, feeding Viper and a change of clothes into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Natasha left the house with a small device in her hand no larger than her own phone and the beeper she had damaged. It was the Life Cell. In order to get a new one, she had to return the former. The store was only one city block away as Natasha walked into the large building filled with electronic equipment. She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building.