Vanitas No Carte Characters Novels & Stories

Not with Vanessa's life in danger. Moving slowly, keeping his hands in plain view, he opened the door and entered the room. “Chloe. What the hell are you doing?” “Exactly what I need to do,” she replied. Her confident demeanor and tone should have warned him. Instead, he didn’t turn until Vanessa squeaked out a warning, which came a millisecond too late. Three men, cartel from the looks of them, stepped inside. They were all armed, with their weapons pointed at Vanessa and Alaric.

“You think removing the Crown from you made you free?” Lucien looked at his wrist. The black veins were gone. “Yes.” “You’re wrong.” The lights came back on. The chamber was empty. The girl had disappeared. So had Vane. Only one thing remained on the floor. A small black card. Seraphina picked it up. There was a single name written on it. VICTOR VALE Lucien’s expression hardened. “He’s still alive.” Seraphina stared at the card. “Where?” The answer came from behind them.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Nick snatched the car keys lying on the table then hurriedly stepped out of the place while Charlotte who was only able to stare at her best friend's back, the woman shrugged her shoulders. While Nick knew where to find Vanilla because the girl said she had a ballet lesson scheduled. *** "You're not concentrating at all, Vanilla," said Cassandra who was standing next to Vanilla. Vanilla grinned. "I'm just a little stiff," she said. They were in the dressing room of a studio after finishing ballet practice although it felt really strange for Vanilla not to touch her ballet shoes for years. "No, you're not stiff. But, your mind is not here." Jovanca who was standing between Vanilla and Cassand

Vanilla's eyes snapped open, turning to look at Greta who was looking straight at her, their eyes met, and she opened her mouth, a pit settled in Vanilla's stomach the moment Greta spoke. “Death is coming.” Her voice was distorted, sounding like a child and old woman's voice at the same time. She slowly lifted her hand and pointed towards Darkness. “For him.” Vanilla quickly turned back, gasping as she spotted a group of people painting arrows towards Darkness and the caged girls.. “No!!” Without thinking, Vanilla jumped over the barricade, screaming as she ran for him. ~P-Lia~

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Seth seemed to be stunned by my question. "They want to see a sweet love blossom between perfect characters. But they have no idea that you've ruined so many people with the persona that you've created. Willow is just one of them. "You think that I'm not aware, but the woman who pulled out of the university during junior year left because you toyed with her feelings, am I right?" Seth's expression twisted. "The commenters treat you as the main character of a novel. They see you as a tool for their favorite couple," I continued as I stared at him. "But you're not just a fictional character. You're a living, breathing human being. You have the right to choose."

Vane’s voice drifted from the other side of the curtain, calm and detached, as if he were ordering a glass of water. Elara stood frozen in the center of the room. Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. "I... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The contract said I was a consort, not a... a whore." The sound of his footsteps was rhythmic and slow. The curtain was swept aside, and Vane stepped in. He had removed his charcoal blazer, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the tops of the black, living ink tattoos that coiled around his throat. He looked more human in his shirtsleeves, but infinitely more dangerous. The predatory grace of his movements was undeni

Vanadine turned away unconcerned whether she lived or died. It had been decades since Vanadine had been inside Chrasmant Citadel but the layout remained the same. Some of the decorations had been replaced and his lip curled in a sneer when he passed the statues of Adnanter, Garolinius and Borandar, each stood dressed in expensive finery decorated with precious steel and copper. One of his hands lashed out as he passed, tipping Adnanters statue to shatter on the floor. Nothing in comparison to what I will do to the real thing. He thought darkly as he headed down towards the council chamber.

Vani commented and this time I rolled my eyes as she started her praises. “Don’t start praising him, Vani.” Satvi said shaking her head but she continued without listening at all. “I mean there is a chance to think Karthik not loving Leela Di and there is also a chance to think for a second that Kamal doesn’t love me but there is zero chance to think Rohan Jeeju doesn’t love you, Di.” I stared at her with my jaw-dropping after hearing those words. “Hey! You can praise your Jeeju without looking down on my love and don’t forget your husband is with us this time.” Karthik said in a teasing tone.