Romans & histoires Vanellope X Rancis

He blinked, realizing he was now holding…a postcard? ‘Love heals all. End the ban!’ Vance pushed out a hot, exasperated breath and slowly let his gaze drift up. Raina. His eyes widened at her dangling upside-down above his head on a bungee rope from the high ceiling vent. A wide smile split on her lips like they were the best of friends. “Aw, I heard you missed me,” Raina simpered. “I came to hang out with you.” Vance gritted his teeth and spat, “I’m seconds away from snapping that rope.”

Boys and girls liked him? Okay, fine. Understandable. Never dated anyone? Is Jessica… a ghost? She introduced a cute guy to Charlie? He’s definitely not into that. Wait—Charlie being mad, that’s understandable. But why was Vance mad too?! What did it have to do with him? Candice quietly questioned all of this in her head. By the end of the story, she found herself looking at Vance—Curly—with a deeply conflicted expression… But… he had a fiancée. And a stunning one, too.

"My father works for him. He helped me get my nursing license. Why would he want me dead? I didn't see anything involving him. I saw you, Ruan. I saw the Phantoms." Ruan let go of Gnash and walked toward me, his heavy boots thudding softly on the dirt floor. He reached out, his hands hovering over my shoulders before he finally pulled me into his chest. I buried my face in his ruined leather vest, the scent of gunpowder and cedarwood the only thing keeping me grounded. "Gnash," Ruan barked, not looking away from me. "What does Vance have to do with the Vipers?"

Dark, flowing hair framed her face, and her eyes held a mixture of concern and familiarity. She cradled a baby in her arms, a sight that should have stirred memories. "Do you remember this?" Selene asked, her voice gentle as she revealed the baby in her arms. I glanced at the infant, noting the innocence in its features, but the connection I should have felt eluded me. "The baby is cute, but I don't remember sorry," I admitted, my gaze returning to Selene with a sense of regret. Vance, sensing the need for clarity, stepped forward. "My name is Vance," he introduced himself, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "And this is your best friend, Selene, and our son, Jacob."

“You want her dead one hour, then mark her the next? You should be torn apart for that.” “I’ll take the punishment,” Maddox growls. “You want blood? Take it. But I’m not apologising for something I couldn’t stop.” Rael doesn’t hesitate. He shifts mid-step, wolf form overtaking him in a flash of bone and fur. He lunges, and Maddox barely dodges, the claws scraping his side. Blood spills across the floor. Vane grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his back more. “They’re going to kill each other,” he murmurs, not with fear, but something colder. Calculation. He wants that, he wants them to fight to the death so there's only him left to have me!

Danice silently pinched her thigh and looked up, her wide eyes brimming with tears, seemingly shaken by the sudden yell. Grandpa Roan frowned at the disturbance. “Vanessa, you don’t need to shout.” “But Father! This girl—she almost killed you by feeding you this!” Vanessa threw the rabbit apple harshly to the ground. “I knew she came here with bad intentions!” “Vanessa!” Grandpa Roan’s voice rose, but doing so triggered a fit of coughing. Danice immediately reached out to help him, but Vanessa shoved her aside. The force nearly sent Danice tumbling backward.

Rowan hissed and caressed what she just hit, “Hit me again and I will send you down to your grave.” “Oh really now? I am not afraid of you.” Vanelope threatened him, making Tain chuckle who was sitting in between them. “You two are like dogs and cats.” He giggled, which forced them to look at him because technically, they are dogs. “Tain, that is not a very nice claim.” Vanelope was trying to calm herself because it was my child who said it to them. “But you two are, I even heard you both at the party, arguing, it almost made Cyrus jealous.” He chuckled.

Alpha Alexander’s POV The next morning, I woke before Vanessa, greeted by the soft dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over her peaceful face. Seeing her serene and content filled me with pride, knowing I was the reason behind her happiness. She lay beside me, bathed in the morning light, her pale skin radiant. I admired the intricate tattoos that adorned her, each one a testament to her strength and resilience. My gaze lingered on a name inked just below her left breast: Reynard. It stirred deep emotions within me, recalling how she used to call me by that name, her male fox.

He scratched the back of his neck, trying his best to appear nonchalant. A broad smile crossed my lips. I was so happy for him to find his other half. “How marvelous!” I clasped my hand below my chin in excitement, “Which one is it?” “Her name is Wendy Dunn. You assigned her to cater to me.” His face lit up as he spoke of her. Oh, that Wendy. I thought to myself but pressed hard to maintain my joy for them, “You are clearly smitten.” “Are you requesting permission to take her to the Stark Raven Pack?” Vance inquired with a steel gaze on the Alpha.

a sickeningly sweet, entirely insincere voice rang out. I looked down in shock. Dark, oily beef broth and long, yellow noodles were plastered across my chest, soaking rapidly through the thick knit of the turtleneck and burning the sensitive skin underneath. I looked up, my eyes watering from the heat and the sudden pain. Standing in front of me was Vanessa, a junior from the business department who had famously harbored a massive, unrequited crush on Lance Hayes since freshman year. She was holding a crushed Styrofoam cup, a cruel, triumphant smirk playing on her glossed lips.