The Splendid And The Vile Novels & Stories

Aziel I got ready for the race wondering if it will be fun. I was not hoping for much competition to be honest. I was only going there because I had heard from a trusted source that he had seen Adrienne going there previously. I did not really have high hopes of meeting her in such a place. Even though up until now our interactions were pleasant, I was still suspicious of her as there were many things that weren’t adding up. I was a fool because I was still attracted to her even though I didn’t want to.

She waved her hand in an exaggerating manner, "I'd like you guys to get your horny selves out of my office or I'd have security throw you both out." Without a word, they both left her office, she sighed and looked up to find Khairatu looking at her. "And what the hell are you looking at? Scratch, scramble. Get the fuck out!" The girl practically ran out of the office, Munawarrah plunged herself into work and successfully avoided thinking about some certain man. She was in her library reading a book on plasmodium, it had hurt her a lot that her first experiment had gone utterly wrong. Plasmodyl was her first trial at producing a malaria drug, even any drug and the outcome had ended up disastr

Vivienne coaxed in an overly sweet tone, a faint crooked smile filled with hidden political schemes appearing across her pale face. Deep within her heart, Vivienne celebrated with overwhelming satisfaction that night. She allowed Tristan to sink once again into the illusion of imaginary love while her eyes returned to the digital screen, watching the financial foundation of the Vance clan crumble little by little from within, without a single monster in that house realizing it.

"Mommy looks sad. Jake looked at me, noticing my attempted smile. "What really happened here, sis? What's going on, Splendor?" I explained, "Some guy came here claiming to be my fiancé. He's the one who gave me that necklace on my birthday." Jake's expression changed. "Oh, it was kelvin, I know that guy. So, did you accept his proposal?" I replied, "No." Jake laughed. "When will you change? Not every guy is like the one who hurt you in the past. You need to forget about him."

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.

Slowly, deliberately, Vespera began to move her hand through the air, drawing a perfect circle. As her fingers traced the path, a blinding, brilliant arc of violet and crimson fire tore through the arctic mist. It wasn't a pathetic spark this time; it was a roaring, volatile tear in reality, humming with a terrifying, resonant power. The sheer heat radiating from the circular portal melted the snow at her feet instantly.

He then received another call, “Good morning sir. I have been able to make enquiries on one of the best properties in the city. The Rose Villa is best home for you. It’s only worth two hundred and fifty million. I need your consent to proceed with the purchase. I have sent you photos to confirm if it is to your liking.” It was his butler. “Just buy it. I don’t care about the price. You know my taste so decorate it accordingly. I need it to be perfect.” Zack hang up immediately and continued with his work. News of the purchase spread rapidly throughout the city. No one in the entire country was willing to purchase the mansion but an unknown party had purchased it entirely in cash. Though the

I am already fed up with these shits and I won't let a freak like him win over me. While we remain standing, that's when I had the chance to observe him. He was as tall as Sebastian, but his body can't compare to the prince of the pack. His brows tells that he isn't going to do anything good. The smirk on his face and the way he laughs will annoy whoever could see and hear it. All in all, he doesn't deserve to be compared to the noble one, he's way more inferior than him. Such a scumbag. "So I got a fierce one here." He muttered.

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

Without a word, he held it out to me. My brows furrowed. “What’s this?” “Open it,” he said simply. I hesitated for a moment before untying the ribbon. When I lifted the lid, my breath caught in my throat. Inside was a gown—sleek, elegant, and impossibly beautiful. Midnight-blue silk that shimmered like liquid glass under the light. It was soft and cool beneath my fingers, almost too perfect to touch. “Andrew…” I whispered, unable to hide the awe in my voice. “It’s—”