V Is For Virgin Novels & Stories

All I knew was that she was Serene Vargar, his childhood sweetheart. She was supposed to be in another pack, but she'd appeared at our pack borderlands a year ago and had been by his side since. Together, they resolved all pack affairs that came their way. Her hair was loose and silky, and her lips shimmered with gloss. And with his coat draped over her shoulders, she was radiant and utterly dazzling. Every time I tried to speak to Alaric alone, whether unintentional or on purpose, she'd always interrupt with something about border affairs.

He drifted for a moment, and during that lapse he heard Violet casually ask, “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask—what does the ‘V’ on the back of the watch stand for? I noticed it ages ago. It’s not your brand’s initial, right?” Josef’s smile carried a trace of sorrow. “It stands for my granddaughter’s name. Violet. Yes—she had the same name as you.” “Oh wow, what a coincidence! Same age, same name!” Josef’s expression froze. The shift was instant. “What?” he blurted, almost involuntarily. “I said, I’m twenty-two as well. I wonder what your granddaughter looks like. It’d be fun to be friends with her…” Violet’s eyes sparkled, blissfully unaware of what she had just stepped into.

Shantelle V. So does that mean everything I see here right now is mine?! Why?! What are these for?! And why is there already a letter "V" in my name even though we're not married yet?! The questions in my mind keep increasing because of what's happening and I don't know what to feel anymore!

In a week's time, the V&M magazine released it's July special, the Miss July magazine with the theme the independent woman. In the morning of it's release, the entire city was in a frenzy, almost everyone who knew about Cynthia's fame wanted a copy to see the celebraty who rose to fame in a whirlwind and had no scandal to talk about. At nine am on the last Monday of July, the V&M magazine was released to the public and only those who had made earlier pre-orders were smiling in the morning.

I said. "I don't know," Ruth said. "She never introduced him. She mentioned someone once called him V, just the initial, the way she did with things that were private to her, she'd abbreviate them down to a letter as if that made them smaller and easier to carry." Ruth paused. "I assumed V was short for something European. She'd been travelling that summer. She came back from somewhere and she was different happier, and also more unsettled, the way people are when something's happened that they don't know what to do with yet." V.

"Now, pick a stage name. Something that sounds like the end of the world.” I looked at the silver mesh reflecting the purple light. I thought of the shadows, the secrets. “Vesper” The word felt like a secret on my tongue. “...you?” “Rebel” she grinned, checking her reflection one last time. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, “Tonight, a rare debut. Two angels, fallen from grace. Welcome... Rebel and Vesper.” The crowd erupted and just like that everything became too real. My stomach dropped so violently I nearly folded in half.

His touch made me freeze. Then I said it ....the only thing I could think of. “I’m a virgin.” The words slipped out, sharp and frightened. Everything stopped. Christopher’s hand froze midair. His expression changed. The smirk disappeared. The room went quiet. He blinked once, as if the words had slapped him harder than I ever could. “What?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, he just stared at me.... no words, no movement. The air between us felt heavy.

“It would be a shame if I lost my virginity to a crippled.” They entered a restaurant and ordered cookies and tea. “By the way, you never told me if you have a lover. Did you ever get your first kiss? You're way too pretty to be single.” “Well.. I had one, I really thought he was the one but he eventually became a nightmare, he almost killed me but then. He died.” Violet was talking about Baddley but somehow, it fit the story she told madam Calista. “Pretty girls attract the most idiotic set of the male species.”

I asked her as i rubbed my palms together and she nodded before pulling me into her for a hug. "Of course, Wu" She whispered into my ears before pulling me away to give me a kiss. "We're in a graveyard" I teased before she playfully took me by my hands to run, our legs digging into the snowy grounds as she smiled. And then i threw one final glance at the book that almost took eternity to write and looking at the boldened title from afar— VAMP —i smiled, because this was the story of us. And not just because it was finally my big break but also because i knew she would love it.