Sirvienta Novels & Stories

Giddy nervousness washed over me as I realized I was going to accept this new offer, and that the object of the game had drastically changed. "And what happens if I fall in love with you?" I managed to ask, lifting a crystal glass of what I hoped was water to my lips. With a wave of his hand, a thick sheet of paper and a ball point pen appeared on the table. Filled from top to bottom in small print, with two lines towards the bottom. Signed in elegant script was the name Dain Viotto.

Vincent said with a soft smile, lifting his glass of wine for another sip, looking entirely too calm while I was having a borderline spiritual experience with my food. He had ordered for both of us without even asking what I wanted. Normally, I’d have rolled my eyes at that kind of alpha behavior, but whatever this dish was some creamy, perfectly spiced dream, I was too impressed to complain. “I don’t even know what I’m eating, but it’s divine,” I said between mouthfuls. Vincent raised a brow, clearly pleased with himself. “It’s a traditional Santorini dish. Figured you’d appreciate something local.”

"What do you care for, honey?" The employee's eyes widened just as Maria's did. "Huh?" He clicked the menu that was placed before her. "What do you care for, honey?" He repeated making her realize he didn't make a mistake the first time. The employee still stood bewildered, waiting for her response. Her eyes rummaged through the menu, they had everything there— she kept searching till she found something she could manage. "Sundae," she played along, "I had toast for dinner now I don't think I can have anything else...babe," she almost gagged. "With a little of everything except caramel," she turned to the waiter.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

The servant immediately apologized to him, Viren smile faintly and said while cleaning his hand with tissue :” Take care next time, what if the coffee fell on her hand “. The owner gets angry and shouted on the waiter :" What is this, where is your focus. Look at his hand, it's get red".Viren stopped the owner of the resort from scolding :" Hey, it's okay, he did not do it intentionally. It's happen sometimes, and I am okay. I will go and apply the oitnement. After saying this, he gets up and walked toward the wash room to wash his hand.

He cleared her throat once and entered the quadrado, pushing the bar cart. "Good evening sir, I'm Carnation, your server tonight," she began. They have a rule in the Casa de Lujuria, as the server of a VIP guest— always smile and don't forget to mention your name. Carnation frowned when the VIP guest ignored her, not even looking at her, so she continued, "Here's your Rémy Martin Fine Champagne Cognac VSOP, 40% alcohol by volume, with a cork stopper, 750 milliliters..." Carnation is not accustomed to alcohol. But Mist strongly recommends that she should study the types of alcohol, so when she is at home or in the hospital she really takes time to study them.

Harry especially enjoyed the crocodile-embossed high-heeled booties she wore. Arianna ignored his question and continued the tour. “The owner, Mr. Vanderbilt, owns a vineyard and produces his wine. You can enjoy it at the bar or buy it if you like.” “Is it worth the buy?” “I’m no sommelier, but I enjoy it.” “How about a taste?” Arianna sighed loudly and situated herself behind the bar. She poured him a glass of Pinot Noir and slid it in his direction. “That’s it? He doesn’t have any other selections?”

“That sigh didn’t sound too good.” “No, I was just thinking about how it’s been ages since I just took a breath and not worried about anything. It feels good,” he says, kissing the side of my head. I’ve always had to constantly watch my back and live as if I would die tomorrow, so I understand what he means by that. But compared to how long he’s been alive, what I’ve been through must seem like a breeze to him. He reaches for the bottle next to the tub and holds it up. “It's called Varleaunieux Invecchiato; it’s a blood-infused non-alcoholic wine and safe for you to consume,” he says before pouring us each a glass.

Placing the bottle on the dashboard, she turned to Zach. “It’s going to be just fine” And Zachary’s moist eyes managed to trace out what was written on the bottle he had seen earlier that day. It was the pills, Zeptyn. “It will be just fine” She whispered as she locked the car doors with just one finger against the lock. And then she forced a smile at the corner of her lips. A dangerously cunning one. But Zach— —he shielded a wider one. Because all of this, was all part of the grand plan. His own, grand plan. To free the love of his life, Katharina Elizabeth Stones.