Vanny X Gregory Novels & Stories

Cynthia said with a tone of apparent concern, acting as if she was looking out for Isabella’s best interests. Fanny immediately shouted loudly, “So it turns out the clothes are rented. Isabella, you’re so vain. If you can’t afford it, just admit it. Cynthia already offered to give you clothes for free. Why are you so afraid? Cynthia, you’re too kind.” Fanny’s sharp tongue kept going, “Isabella is clearly poor but tries to play it up with rented clothes. What’s her real motive? She’s just trying to overshadow you, driven by vanity. Hmph, a country bumpkin is still a country bumpkin, no matter how much they dress up.”

“He doesn’t use the stage name. Is Vixen a stage name?” “No,” she replied. “It is my Domme name.” “Oh,” Vice’s expression was controlled so quickly that Raven could not read what his reaction had been. “Gregory Holmsworth has a Domme?” Vixen laughed, delightedly. “I guess, technically, he does. Whilst I do some work occasionally as a Domme for Gregory, mostly I source property for him. Are you going to invite me in?” She arched an eyebrow. “I know your voice,” Victor said, his eyes narrowing.

I asked her as i rubbed my palms together and she nodded before pulling me into her for a hug. "Of course, Wu" She whispered into my ears before pulling me away to give me a kiss. "We're in a graveyard" I teased before she playfully took me by my hands to run, our legs digging into the snowy grounds as she smiled. And then i threw one final glance at the book that almost took eternity to write and looking at the boldened title from afar— VAMP —i smiled, because this was the story of us. And not just because it was finally my big break but also because i knew she would love it. Afterall, you did. THE END.

But as the door swung wide, the words died in his throat. Vicky was arched over the marble counter, her back to him. Her nightdress was hiked up to her waist, and she was looking at him through the mirror with a hungry, wicked smile. Everything was on display—her flushed skin, her wetness, the way she was already waiting for him. "Lock the door, Greg," she commanded. "And slide in. Give me everything you’ve got." Greg didn't hesitate. He turned the lock with a sharp click and stripped off his belt in one fluid motion. He stepped behind her, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, his length hitting her opening with a wet, heavy thud.

I shut my eyes, letting the tears soak my cheeks as I tap on the date I want. January third. I ignore Alan’s knocking and calling from the door until I hear him walking away. Then I open my camera and start a video. “Hello everyone. My name is Reina Summers, and I’m here to debunk the rumors that’ve been going around. Everything is really not as it seems…”

"I knew something good was going to happen today. And look at that, I finally meet you. My bestie of all time." I turned and stared blankly at her. "What the fuck do you want?" I snapped, irritation flaring up inside me. "No seriously. Can't you just go about your business and pretend you didn't see me?" "That's something you would do, Vanny. Not me." Her words had me bristling in anger. Vanny. That stupid nickname she had for me that I always hated because of how it sounded. Vanny. Like I was some sort of automobile project that a kid have a bad name.

20 ~~~~ Vanilla had expected her day to be uneventful yet she soon realized she was wrong, like jobless fools, Xavier and Imaya stayed in Vanilla's room all day, bantering like five year old kids who took each other's candy, and then there were the maids who were busy walking in and out, cleaning her room and taking care of the debris Greta and Garret had made the room into. She had no peace and quiet until it was night time and everyone left. Only then did she have the time to mull over the things that had happened through the day. Vanilla did not intended to fight Greta, all she wanted was to stand up for herself . Xavier was the most interesting one, she had never seen a vampire before, a

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.

—Serena, this is my cousin Vanessa. When he introduced us, I immediately felt that dark vibe as if he considered me a rival, something I thought was stupid, I gave her my best smile and offered her my hand but she looks at it as if it was garbage and turns her back to me, pissed I did the same and pushed her away from Antton, she immediately pulled out her claws and looked at me with her red eyes.

Us vampires are just not used to it. I knew that humans were extremely emotional beings therefore it would complicate things to continue this intimate relationship. I don't why I had said those things to Maya about Ryan. Something possessed me during that moment. I watched a she finally made a move to her desk. She opened her computer and her fingers started working all over the keyboard. She was probably continuing to write her book. I didn't know why she always waited late at night in order to work. I had the urge to go back and force her to sleep but decided it was best to leave her be.