روايات وقصص ضمن Vanna Grace

~ FRANCE, AVERY'S APARTMENT. Vanna wore a dark green gown, the upper part was fitted showing her exposer cleavages while the below was fled, covering her beautiful curves. She coupled her dress with a black half wedge shoe. Vanna entered his study room holding a tray of juice. She got in and placed the tray on his table. She walked towards him, and sat on the table as she cupped him in between her thighs. "Baby, I miss you" Vanna mouthed, and got no response.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

“They gave me a springboard I intend to make the most of. And, she liked me, so I’m going to take a look tomorrow.” Amid gaping grins and raised brows, the question arises in stereo. “She?” “Oh come on, guys. Her name’s Grace. She’s got to be nine hundred years old.” I carefully omit that Grace didn’t sound like she was nine hundred years old. In fact, she speaks with a quiet refinement, but it’s tinged with something youthful, something—well, graceful. I can’t account for how her voice affected me, but I’m certain it wasn’t because she sounded old.

Within it shimmered a faint pulse rhythmic, like a heartbeat. The inscription read: PROJECT GENESIS – ACCESS RESTRICTED. Victor knelt, brushing away layers of dust. “Your mother’s signature is here… but look another name.” He hesitated. “Grace Vance.” Adanna froze. That name she’d seen it before, buried deep in corrupted data fragments. Her heart quickened. “Grace Vance,” she whispered. “She was… the one who began all this.” Victor’s eyes met hers. “The woman from the myth the one who vanished after the digital revolution.”

She had been on the verge of becoming Jenaire City's leading businesswoman, ready to soar to new heights alongside Priscilla. But now, their dreams were shattered due to Vivianne's single remark. "Vivianne, I'll silence that insolent tongue of yours!" she hissed. However, Vivianne held her ground. Grace's insults about her father only fueled her determination to teach her a lesson. "Bring it on, Grace. But maybe you should focus on healing those wounds first. I wouldn't want to waste my energy on a face that's already bruised," she replied, chin held high.

“And you will pay for your crimes against your Luna. Grace are you able to subdue her?” “It would be my pleasure,” Grace says with an evil grin spread across her face. Mumbling a few words under her breath, Grace pokes Vanessa in the forehead and she passes out onto the floor beneath her. Mumbling a few obscenities under her breath, Grace steps on Vanessa’s stomach as she makes her way to Ella’s beside.

“Now be careful, Grandmother… You wouldn’t want to harm the heir of the Hayes, would you?” Later, in the car ride home, Vanessa sat in the backseat, legs crossed, one arm stretched along the headrest like she owned the vehicle. When the car passed her favourite diner, Gracie’s restaurant, she suddenly knocked on the glass divider and declared, “Stop the car now. I need something. Uhm… Cravings. You know how it is for us…pregnant women.” Grandmother blinked from the front seat, one hand on her jaw. “We’ll send the maid,” she murmured weakly.

It was nestled in her Bouquet and was a beautiful feature. “Come on! Come on! Xan will think that you stood him up if we don’t get a move on!” Annie said as she herded them all out the door, and to the wedding car. “What is this?” Chynna Looking sceptically at the wedding car. “It is a VW van one that you can go camping in!" said Grace excitedly. Grace had always wanted one of these and now she’s got one for her wedding! It was a light green colour and it had been delicately and tastefully done up with ribbons and flowers. It was gorgeous!

Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking. The face of the woman who introduced herself as Vana suddenly softened before speaking, “Good evening, Mamita. How are you?” The old woman let out a smirk. “There’s nothing good in the evening anymore now that you’re here. And as far as I remember, I didn’t give you permission to call me Mamita. It’s Madam Anastacia Dela Vega to you, Miss Enriquez.” Vana was speechless, and her face showed a trace of embarrassment. Lyv couldn’t stand herself anymore, so she stepped closer to the old woman to intervene. “That’s enough, Mamita.”