Vanity Fair Novel Novels & Stories

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

Just a cold, clean space in her heart where his memory used to live. She spent the rest of the night working. She didn’t need sleep; the adrenaline was enough. She looked through the files of Vane Holdings. It was a mess. Julian had been spending money on flashy projects that made him look good but earned him nothing. He was playing at being a businessman while Ivy had been the one actually doing the work from their kitchen table. Morning came fast. Ivy stood in front of her walk-in closet. She bypassed the soft fabrics and picked a suit that looked like armor. It was sharp, white, and cost more than Julian’s sports car. She tied her hair into a high ponytail. She looked ready to win.

I moved quietly through the halls, my footsteps measured, until I reached the old man’s study. The door was shut. I pushed it open without knocking. Father sat behind his massive oak desk, the room thick with the pungent scent of his cigar burning between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling like a serpent. The dim lamp cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the deep lines of age and power. He didn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, nothing surprised Elias Zarvan. I closed the door behind me with a firm click. “Do you want to die earlier than necessary with this addiction of yours?” My tone was stern, laced with the authority of the firstborn who had car

No matter what she said, that’s how they would view it. Being name bound was marriage in Faerie. Of course, Bailey was not aware of that fact, and none of princes seemed inclined to inform her. The quicker this was over, the quicker he could return to his Court and forget the little Halfling and the half hold she had on his heart already.

When Vhan was already done hacking and identifying that woman, he called Yves' and Yves' immediately answered. "Her name is Faira Chicago and she runs two company name Goddess and Beauty. She's 27 years old and have an affair to any man that suits to her likings even if they've already has a family. Most of the family of the man that she seduced separated because of her."Vhan said on the other line. "Okay. Destroy her company and let her company leads to bankcrupt, by the way destroy her face when she's sleeping and shave her hair. Don't hurt her just destory her face." Yves' coldly said making Vhan chuckled on the other line.

She didn't fight the new authors with violence; she fought them with Style. ​Nora closed her eyes and reached for the "Midnight Blue" essence of Chapter 1. She didn't want the world’s versions of her; she wanted the version that belonged only to the man who first looked at her across a ballroom. ​The Brooklyn bookstore dissolved. The smell of dust and printer ink was replaced by the scent of Oud, Vintage Champagne, and Rain-Slicked Marble. ​The Return to the Penthouse ​When Nora opened her eyes, she was standing in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Vane Estate in the Hamptons.

That's in the past. But she couldn't help picking a book that dealt with finance. She touched the thick cover and breathed in its fragrance. She longed to to read the book, at least to kill time. She helped herself to one of the chairs and placed the thick book on the table. Soon she got so immersed in the book that she didn't even notice that Jack had been standing beside her for 3 minutes. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and cleared his throat. There was no reaction from Vanessa as she was in deep thoughts. 'This book is really good. It's a pity... a pity that I...' she was dragged back to reality when Jack knocked on the table twice.

in the newspaper, made his path a fresh start by applying and transferring to a new institution, aiming to improve his financial status. Later, he discovered that some girls had secretly concealed feelings for him in Everett Thomson's insitituion, though they couldn't get a chance to express their cherished emotions. As a heartfelt farewell gesture, the girls prepared many gifts to present to Vicky. However, Vicky humbly requested that the gifts be exchanged for books from his recommended list, showcasing his commitment to knowledge thirst and personal growth.

"Stay out of my way." On the upper floor of a sun-drenched penthouse suite overlooking Central Park, Zara Vance smashed her crystal espresso cup against the marble fireplace. The delicate porcelain shattered into a hundred jagged white pieces, coffee splashing across the pristine ivory mantelpiece. "One hundred and forty thousand?" Zara’s voice was a soft, trembling hiss, terrifying in its quietness. She glared at the tablet screen resting on her vanity, where Vivian’s name was currently trending at the top of every major fashion blog in the country. "She was nobody seven days ago. A penniless, starving shadow living off her disgraced father's name!"

"You think you’ve won, you old b*tch? You think you can throw me out? I am still married to your son! I will drag your precious Vane name through every gossip column and court in this country!" Evelyn stood frozen in the center of the foyer, her face a pale, horrified mask of absolute, paralyzing shock. She looked at her son being dragged away in handcuffs, and then at the manic, screaming woman who had brought this ruin to her doorstep. The pristine Vane legacy she had spent her entire life protecting was gone, shattered in a single morning by a desperate, fraudulent attempt to steal from her.