Vanny X Gregory Novels & Stories

—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.

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.

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

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.

She was exhausted and he could see it all over her face, in the way she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can I try?” he asked “I’ve got a lot of nieces and nephews.” “Come on in.” she said as she moved aside for him to come in. Greg made his way over to Hannah in her car seat and lifted her into his arms. Julie watched as Greg soothed Hannah. Talking to her and consoling her while she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Greg… you keep saying the same thing. Every night it’s… ‘empire,’ ‘cracks,’ ‘fallen queen.’ You’re starting to sound like a broken record. You’ve been circling her life for days. For what? To relive the pain over and over?” Greg’s head lifted slowly, eyes flashing with fury and amusement. “A broken record? No, Vanessa… I am the composer. Every note, every whisper, every fracture I place in her perfect world is deliberate. You think repetition is an obsession? No… repetition is mastery. Control. Precision. You’ll see.” Vanessa shook her head, fear twisting her gut. “Greg… you’re letting her consume you before you even touch her life. You sound… unhinged.”

– Harvey happily started talking as soon as he noticed Maris' surprised expression. - Of course. - The female vampire calmly replied. - What? - The painting Ghost Castle displayed at the World Museum is Vincent's castle. If Lionel is not Samson, he can only be Vincent. After finishing speaking, Maris approached Samson and gave him a pink wool scarf. Fall was almost half over and winter would soon come, so she knitted this scarf as a gift for the little blonde girl. Her heart was also extremely uneasy when she thought of the day Lucasta was alone in a city full of strangers.