Venti Fanfic Novels & Stories

Smiling when Vance kisses his forehead and Valen coos cutely. “Where’s Victor? I thought that he would want to be here, especially to report to the council that my handsome mate and I have reconciled.” I took the first spoonful of the oatmeal. Rionna chuckled, “Victor decided to give you some space based on how Vance wanted to rip his Dad’s head off.”

A fact which Vivian couldn't understand. "What are you made of? How can someone be so thick skinned? Can't you see no one wants you here. Not just here, they don't want Dante to even marry you. Its me who is a perfect match for Dante. We know each other so intimately. Compared to me, you are nothing. Just a canary and will forever be his arm candy" Vivian is trying hard to get a reaction out of Serene. And after that last statement, she did got what she wanted. But Vivian was not ready for Serene's reaction.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I held my breath, my jaw locking tight as I forced my eyes to stay locked on Vane’s projection. “Do you think he loves your sharp banter, boy?” Vane sneered, his raspy voice laced with venom. “Do you think he cares about your Sump pride? He claimed you because your blood satisfies his ancient hunger. He touched you because your face reminds him of his dead kingdom.” Rin stepped forward from the side pillar, pointing his frying pan at the hologram. “Hey! White-robe! Shut up before I throw this pan through your blue face!”

Kaen orders with a pointing finger. " A number 1 fan?" I repeated a little confused. I could see V1's soul finally giving up on life and drifting away to the afterlife. Kaen suddenly grabs his soul and shoves it back into his body. Kaen stomps on his stomach making sure his soul is in properly... What I saw.... was my imagination. ... right? " ...A number. .. 1 fan.." V1 says weakly like he really was on his final legs of life.

he smiled reassuringly, "at least they ended on a high note, right?" "What would you want to see if they made another one?" Mich asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Hmm," I pondered. "Maybe a deeper dive into Venom's world—exploring new dynamics and perhaps introducing some crossovers with other characters." Mich laughed. "Now, that would be something! Venom teaming up with Spider-Man could be epic." Out of nowhere, Mich leans in and kisses me, and the world seems to pause for a moment. The sensation is electric, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, and I can practically see stars dancing around me.

VICTOR'S POV I leaned back in the chair, staring out the window as the city stretched endlessly before me. My mind was cluttered, not with the chaos of the world outside but with thoughts of Sienna. The woman who had unexpectedly come into my life and made me see things from a perspective I never thought possible. She was beautiful, strong, and confident, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for her presence. But lately, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease—a feeling that things were shifting, and I needed to make sure we were both on the same page.

My feet moved before I could comprehend whatever that was going in me, moving to the dinning area that was almost empty. I looked outside through the full sized glass windows, only to see Mr. Victor helping his betrothed in his black car. As if feeling my gaze on him, he looked up and met my eyes. My heart stopped as a coil of fear twined around my heart, he shot me one last glare. I wanted to run away and never look back.... but my feet were glued to the ground. His jaw clenched as he shot me one last look before letting himself in the car. Who pissed in his cereal?

She could smell herself and old books on him, just like in her fantasies back in the day. Everything felt too sharp, too real, too much like the future she kept telling herself she couldn't have. “That's fucking it. Daddy's cunt. Daddy's girl,” Victor's patience snapped entirely, turned on beyond salvation by her moans and the way her face morphed into passionate surrender under his touch. "The fuck we can't." He backed her up against a shelf with enough force that books rattled. One hand braced beside her head, his lips brushing hers as he leaned in.

I, in turn, grew used to glancing at him before making a decision. One night, in my study, we had been discussing the terms of a partnership as usual. Our eyes met without intention, and silence settled between us. With the instincts vampires are born with, we both understood it clearly. We were drawn to each other. Riven suddenly asked, “What was the place you grew up in like?” His tone was calm and direct. He never circled around a thought, never picked up the affectations common to vampire nobility. That straightforwardness always put me at ease.