Vanitas No Carte Novels & Stories

A cruel, knowing smirk twisted his thin lips, cracking the aristocratic mask into something entirely predatory. As Veda had predicted, Vane’s ancient, highly sensitive nose instantly picked up the heavy, foul stench of the necrotic clay painted beneath Leela's clothes. "Fascinating," Vane purred, his voice dropping into a dark, condescending hum as he stepped fully into the room. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, clearly savoring the scent of what he believed was absolute, pathetic desperation. "Death magic. You paint your own womb in graveyard dirt to hide the scent of your young."

Help me arrange the move abroad. There was no one left here worth staying for. I left in a rush. I packed through the second half of the night and moved out before dawn. I did not even return to the company. … When Selena realized she could not reach me, she panicked. She borrowed other people's phones and called again and again. None of them worked. I disappeared from her life cleanly, like a gust of wind. All I left her were a few dreamlike years of memories and the engagement ring, placed neatly on the table.

Territory maps marked with red zones. "Wait," Bianca said. Her finger hovered over a file labeled Execution Logs. "What is it? Find the bank codes." "This isn't just money, Dante. It’s a list." She tapped the file. A long scroll of names appeared. Dates. Locations. Methods. It was a ledger of death, a catalog of every soul the Vane family had harvested to keep their throne. Her stomach did a slow roll. "Keep scrolling," Dante ordered. "Get to the current year. We need to see who the Judge is targeting next."

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

[The Anatomy of the Void] Chapter 133: The Anatomy of the Void The night was no longer dark; it was a bruised, pulsating orange. Dante Moretti stood in the center of the St. Claire-Vane Plaza, his boots crunching on the pulverized remains of a ten-million-dollar art installation. Behind him, the glass lobby of the Vane Holdings headquarters sat disemboweled, a victim of the precision-charge he had set an hour ago. He didn’t look like a man leading a coup. He looked like a man standing in the center of his own funeral pyre.

I say quietly but resolutely. "Listen to her," Isobel's voice echoes from behind us in the quiet room. She leans back in her chair, staring at the distance. "Florence is an idealist and for once, everyone in this cursed realm should actually listen to her. She's right. This pack hit rock bottom because everyone before her chose violence, corruption, and lies. Let her do it her way." Susie and I step walk through the front doors and freeze on the top step. Parked outside is a white van. Bold black letters are printed across its side that says: NEURORETRO CORP.

Vincent: “Take a tire. Not a cab. I want the men talking.” A shot at rubber. A rim on concrete. The north smell faded under foam. No line of flame. No pretty still of a wife in glass. Just a can on an inner floor and a yard full of ugly living people. Vance appeared with a clipboard he did not need. “This is already a memo,” he said. I picked up the copies with a hand that shook and did not hide it. “Invoice unpaid,” I said. Vincent stood in the door and looked at me like he was still counting my parts.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

“The sooner I get the information I need from you two, the sooner you can leave. Mr. Knight?” I blink, focusing on the officer once more. He shows me another document. “There was an empty vile found in the victim’s apartment. We believe it contained the poison that he consumed and it has your fingerprints on it. Can you explain this?” I feel Tristan’s glare before I see it. I already know he’s going to give me a load of crap for not telling him about this. But honestly, I have no idea how the hell my fingerprints ended up in a forensics report.

Jai asked solemnly. Cain laid the file folders back down on the table. "It means our job just got harder." The results of the DNA testing of both the man Jai had killed at the funeral and the intruder that Cain had killed were less than desirable. "So it's confirmed. They were Vampires," Jai said. Cain could only nod. "Who could be putting these men up to this?" Jai asked. "The one guy you killed only would have known about this castle if someone with Lycan connections told him about it."