Tori Vega Now Novels & Stories

Olivia had been gleeful about sending copies of the original patents to their legal team. I texted back: Maya Vega Foundation it is. Not Maya Vega-Lupe, like I'd initially considered. Just Maya Vega. My name. My heritage. My choice. I was taping a timeline to my living room wall when the intercom buzzed. Not expecting anyone. I pressed the button. "Yes?" "What the actual fuck, Maya? WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK." Troy. I hadn't heard his voice in over two months. Last I knew, he was touring Scandinavia with some fashion designer he'd met on I*******m.

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Meanwhile, Vega was preparing a presentation to teach tomorrow in her class. Suddenly, her phone rang loudly. She immediately looked at her phone, and she saw a call from Violeta. Violeta is Vega's twin sister, but Violeta was born before Vega. Seeing Violeta's name, Vega immediately rolled her eyes and complained because she was too lazy to pick up the phone from her. "Ah, from Violeta! She will invite me to go to my parents' house later." Vega complained because she was very sure that Violeta would invite Vega to meet her family later.

I’d walk away without a second thought. Just imagining it loosened something in my chest, like I could finally breathe. I had enough saved to get by for a while. Long enough to figure out what came next. Something that didn’t involve assholes hell-bent on breaking me just to uncover my secrets. “Tori Valencia will kick things off tonight.” The sound of my name rang through the speakers, sharp and inescapable. My stomach dropped. Laughter spilled from the corner of the room, sweet, smug, triumphant.

Though they are still not fully settled with what's happening around them. While she was deep in her own thoughts, she heard a light knock on her door. Instantly, her eyes travelled down to the door, which slowly gave way, and to her greatest surprise, Aria came into view. Vega's eyes lit up at that very moment, and so did Aria's. "Aria!" Vega smiled at Aria, who came running to her for an embrace. Vega hardly sees Aria these days because she's resumed her modelling career. "Wow, you look good, Luna, how's my nephew doing?" Aria said, referring to Vega's protruding tummy.

She sighed and drank the water in her glass. "Gustav, I have a good idea." As if she had replenished her energy, Victoria looked at her coworker and best friend with a twinkle of ambition. "What brilliant plans do you have, Tori?" asked Gustav. "You mentioned that you're preparing your first beauty product under your brand, right?" Gustav nodded, agreeing. "Yes, but it's still in the design stage." "I'll invest in it. In exchange, you should open the first store with Victorya Hotel."

Before you go, just make sure my fucking door is fixed. She looked at me, but my remark didn't make her upset or startled.She appeared to be disappointed. "So this is my Luna's appearance?"She spoke in a judgmental, flat voice.hiding from the outside world while curled up in bed. Really? I scowled."What are you?" Arms crossed, she entered the room."My name is Vega, leader of the warriors.Additionally, it seems that you are trapped with a Luna who believes that putting on a sympathy party is equivalent to surviving. My entire body stiffened."You know absolutely nothing about me." She retorted, "I know you've been confined to this room for days while the entire pack mutters about how weak you

Could it be that we would be sneaking out of here later? The door opened and Vega slipped inside. Her face red and I could tell from the way that prowled about the room that something had upset her. Her eyes didn’t meet mine as she moved to Boston. I’d never seen her like this. She dragged a hand through her hair and I wondered what had happened to have her so flustered. “Vega, are you ready to get us out?” I asked, moving to stand from the chair I’d been setting in. “Plans have changed.” She said, pulling Boston to stand.

“She knows the photos are out. This is damage control.” Tiana ignored them all. Her pulse thrummed steady under her skin. Let them talk. Let them speculate. Tonight she wasn’t hiding. Tonight she was visible. The final pledge, a staggering five million from an anonymous donor, brought the house down. The quartet struck up a celebratory flourish. The emcee beamed. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a word from our gracious hostess, Mrs. Eva Toriaga.”

When we got to campus a few minutes ago, Eli said they're on their way and that we could wait here. I'm trying to stay as calm as possible, but the thudding of my heart is betraying my anxiety. Good thing I'm the only one who can hear it. "There they are!" Tori exclaims and shoots to her feet. She's wearing a pair of jean shorts and a crop top, her midriff bare. Thanks to the rollers she had on earlier, her dark hair is falling in voluminous waves down her back. She really is going all out. I turn to look. They're walking side by side. Eli notices us and waves. I come to my feet and keep my eyes on Eli.