Vanny X Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

So, she sealed her lips. Adam kneeled before her legs and watched her with depraved eyes. The playful smirk left from his face and in place raw, unadulterated hunger takes place seeing the v line. Grabbing each side of her ankle he opened her legs wide revealing what goes down that v line and pushed her legs to her knees.

“Now that I can have you, I will never let you go.” The song of Gryphon’s promise continued to reverberate even on the very day that their vows would be spoken to a multitude. Andrea sat on her vanity table again, a small smile curling her lips. She stared at her beautiful face that was enhanced by makeup done by the celebrity makeup artist that was Sammy’s friend in the industry.

I want to be as good to him as he is to me. We were in our own apartment, the dancefloor was our livingroom with the furniture moved to the side. My hands were on his chest and I slowly push him towards the couch which was right against the wall. He plumps down and raises his eyebrows as I create some space between us. I take up all the space on the dancingfloor and everyone around me starts to hoot. I prepared myself for this, wearing a sexy lingery dress, with matching bra and panties underneath that. My song comes on, thanks to Lucas. I wink at him and he hoots along the other people. I catch my nervous breath and let the consuming alcohol take all the nerves away.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Strangely, we pressed the same floor. "I see, we're both going the same floor. My name is Vivian." She introduced herself. I don't even know what to say to her. She seemed friendly but at the same time, I find it strange. How could someone be this friendly to a person you don't even know. That too, she bears same name with me. Oh please, that's your borrowed name and not your real name. "Erm... I'm Vivian too." I replied and clasp my hand with hers.

Her eyes were also blue but not like Natasha's, only brighter and looked like tiny crystals. The rest of her body was covered in an eerie glowing light blue jumpsuit and the glow seemed brighter at her chest. "Err... hi?" came Natasha. 'Hello, Natasha Austin-Johnson and Lucas Colton King.' The strange looking woman spoke again with a very fluid and soft voice. Her face was calm and blank, making it unclear whether she was smiling or not. Natasha turned from the woman to Lucas. Lucas gave her a slight shrug. 'Apologies,' came the woman again, 'my data shows that you have no idea who I am.'

An hour later, Thomas sat in the office of the person in charge of Southland District’s third area, and standing beside him was Samson. “Boss, the information is here.” Samson handed over a set of documents related to Vany. Thomas flipped through them while he listened to Samson talk about the details. “Based on the investigations that day, I’ve already figured out Vany’s situation. “She was originally a dancer. Her real name is Vanasia Whitehall. In the past, after she started dating Ryan, they had agreed to elope. In the end, Ryan’s father caught them red-handed, and she was secretly sent to South City and sold to an underground organization called Water Cloud.

Zara’s Pov The girl in the mirror didn’t look like someone who had eleven days to save her enrollment. She looked like trouble. Red lips. Smoky eyes. A body poured into scraps of black lace that left very little to imagination. I held her gaze for a moment and felt the familiar pull of that quiet vertigo of looking at yourself and not quite recognizing what looks back. Eleven days, I reminded myself. Don’t think past that. I set the mascara down.