Vanitas X Jeanne Novels & Stories

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.

“Then let them come.” Her wolf lifted its head, eyes glowing silver beneath her skin. Draven’s breath caught, he felt it through the bond. Vanessa straightened, gaze hard as steel. “I’m done being hunted.” She turned toward the castle, blood on marble, fire in her veins. “And if they want me” Her eyes flashed. “I’ll make them wish they never tried.”

One hand was placed on her chest while her other was placed down at her core. Her lower lips painted into a lotus flower. While her face hadn't been fully illustrated, her parted lips helped tell the story the artist was trying to express-the art of masturbation. Feeling a weighted figure next to me and the smell of amber cologne, I had the sudden urge to run away. Taking a sip from my glass, I braced myself. "Hello, Miss Daniels." "Mr. Thompson." Having not seen him for the past twenty-four hours, since or situation in his office, I wanted nothing more

The floor to ceiling mirrors of the master suite reflected a silhouette that no longer bore any resemblance to the broken woman who had escaped the Vance estate. Exactly ninety days had passed since Vivienne Vane walked away from the chemical filters and the dark basement rooms. Standing under the soft, ambient lights of the Thorne Estate, her posture was entirely restored, sleek, toned, and radiating a dangerous, sharp vitality. Her skin was flawless, catching the light with a luminous glow that completely erased the memory of her illness, and her dark eyes flashed with an intense, lethal intelligence.

The golden threads on her canvases, so carefully painted, felt like the only thing holding her steady. Professor Lang’s voice carried clearly through the speakers. “As we celebrate this milestone, let us also recognize the resilience required to reach it. Vivienne Kane’s thesis series *Shatter & Mend* stands as a powerful example of that resilience. Her work will be on display in the annex for those who wish to see it.”

I want to talk to Crystal once again but I just can't tolerate their feeling inside, it's full of resentment inside and the atmosphere feels like a cemetery. "They are already dead. Those are the souls of the Xilan Tribe. Crystal was their head, died while protecting everyone." I knew it would turn out like that. But still I was shocked to know that I talked to her spirit for a moment of time. And whatever the reason behind it?

Vanessa says and I smiled, slipping my hand into hers and walked into the house with her. There were also good things that happened after the death of Jason. The first thing Jake did was burn every single poison Williams Ana Jason had created, making sure no one got a whiff of what was stored there. Vanessa came back to the pack two months after the incident, seemingly much better than when she left. Now she takes the painting class with the kids. I couldn’t do it alone anymore, seeing as how the kids were just too much.

he responded Vanessa nods closing her eyes. Vanessa looked directly at the blue sky as Xavier walk around her gathering things. The events of the previous day were finally hitting her. She had killed a man without second thought. She had killed a man. The same way Drew had taught her “We need to get moving.” Xavier said breaking her from her thoughts. He offers his hand and pulls her to her feet and he leads the way. They walk quietly through the trees until they get to what seems like a path. The grass looked like it had been trampled down by numerous feet.

Venice's face lit up at the thought. Vesta took the photo to Venice, she flipped it backwards and noticed a woman’s handwriting at the back of the photo. There's a date, January 02, 2018. A recent picture, two years older. "Edward Sandoval, Xyrell Jade Fades and Chelle Durino, La Moran Plaza. Friendship and love, 2018." Vesta read softly. "Oh! Chelle Durino is Xyrell's girlfriend. Wait, we might find them on the student list in 2018." Venice stood up with the excitement on her face like she was going on an adventure Vesta did not understand.