Vanity Fair Novel Novels & Stories

I watched from the couch, confused, my mug of tea untouched and cold in my hand. The Woman who stepped in looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a luxury Magazine. Clipboard. Pearls. Glossy red Lips that curved with effortless command. “Good Afternoon,Mrs Johnson. I'm Vanessa, service manager of the Vogue gallery”. Mrs Johnson. The name still sounded foreign, like someone else's fairytale. Like something I had borrowed, not earned. Before I could react, She gave a polite nod and turned slightly towards the door.

"You spent the entire evening letting every pathetic billionaire in Manhattan look at what belongs to me. You let Marcus Sterling try to put his filthy hands on you. Since you clearly forgot who owns you the moment you stepped into a crowded room, I’m going to remind you behind closed doors." "I didn't let him do anything!" Vivian snapped, backing up until her spine hit the hard, cold stone of the kitchen island. The terror in her chest was matching the frantic, wicked heat pooling deep in her stomach. The note in her pocket felt heavier by the second. *Dominic Vance is lying to you.* "I was playing the part you paid for! If people look at me, that's your fault for buying me a dress that lea

“You’re not doing this for revenge. You’re doing this because you want what Arabella has. The man, the money, the perfect family.” “That’s not…” “It is. And you know what? It’s pathetic. Adrian Whitmore would never look at you. You’re nothing compared to Arabella.” Vanessa’s face flushed with rage. “Nothing compared to her? I’m the one who stood by while she had everything handed to her. The inheritance, the company, the attention. Poor orphaned Arabella, so tragic, so brave. Meanwhile my mother and I…” “Were trying to steal from her. Yes, I know the story.”

The title sent a cold shiver down her spine. Vivian stepped out onto the cobblestones, smoothing down the front of her tailored cream trench coat. She had spent the entire night reading Valerie’s meticulously typed journal, memorizing names of socialites, favorite high-end fashion brands, and her sister's specific behavioral quirks. But looking up at this fortress, she realized no amount of notes could prepare her for the reality of living under the same roof as Alexander Vance.

I would have to look into the eyes of the man who destroyed my life, less than forty-eight hours after escaping my cell. "Will he recognize me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly before I caught myself and forced the Baroness's cold tone back into my words. "He won't," Silas said confidently. "Julian is an arrogant man. In his mind, Vivian Vance is rotting in a maximum-security cell, broken and helpless. He will see a beautiful, incredibly wealthy foreign woman with a hundred million dollars burning a hole in her pocket. He will see a lamb waiting to be slaughtered to save his empire."

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Van did what he does the best novella woke up from the pleasure when she saw his face she instantly became scared. With a cunning tongue he a charming smile he convinces Novella that he was deeply in love with her. He told her all kinda lies to sway her heart and with that, he won over her she was too naive to realize the truth. The Truth was Van Need a substitute for Ezra and since she looks Slightly like Ezra. He would Pretend it was her but this was all a fantasy in his mind That night he played with Novella Emotion. She was his puppet She believes every word he said she gave herself to him again. The ball end but Van deicide to stay in the kingdom longer he would visit Ezra in the morn

Chapter 20: The Unplanned Legacy The ink was dry on the last of the Bisset merger documents. The legal echoes of the Vane family's downfall had finally faded into the archives of New York’s corporate history. Inside the Brooklyn warehouse the morning light hit the oak table where Elena sat with a fresh manuscript. She was still writing under her established pen name Nora Vale. The sprawling space was no longer a place for deception or viral humiliations. It was a sanctuary for the long-form fiction she had always dreamed of completing under her terms.

It fit neatly between the pages of Harper's, so that if anyone happened to wake, they would see her doing nothing more than perusing the articles on whether bustles were more flattering than crinolines, and just how much lace, flounces and ruffles were in style this year. Soon, she was lost in Diary of a Fallen Woman, which told of a southern belle who'd been rudely – though rapturously – used by Yankee soldiers and then escaped to become owner of a gambling hall in New Orleans. She was just at the part where the belle was down on her hands and knees, being taken from behind by a handsome former slave in exchange for a night's lodging, when she realized that she was being watched. She'd been

I manage to get the strings undone and I slip out of the dress, throwing it to the corner of the room where I hope to never revisit. I wipe my tears away and see my mascara on my fingers. I sigh and take a proper look around the room. Anthony was right, the room really was bare. It did have a very pretty vanity, complete with a swivel stool and a mirror. The bed looks to be a queen size with a white bed set and I hate to admit it but it looks very comfortable. I approach the vanity and look through the drawers, finding some make up and make up remover in one of the drawers.