Venti Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And like Eden’s snake slithering along the branch of that infamous apple tree, the memory of his Venti-Double-Shot slid down the wall to squat, her knees spreading wide. Skirt open, thighs smooth, cotton panties sky blue, she waited. Somewhere in his mind, in that absurd part, he was moving forward, reaching forward, being forward. Somewhere in his mind, in that desperate, needy part, the feel of his knuckles brushing forbidden flesh was the only thing he could feel, see, experience. But no.

"Now." "Don't be like that," Vivian said, moving closer to him. "We both know this arrangement makes sense. I'm from a good family, I have proper training, I know how to be a Luna. Unlike –" She glanced at me with obvious disdain. " –certain others." "I said get out," Dante repeated, his patience clearly exhausted. "Make me," Vivian challenged, tilting her head with a smirk. Dante moved faster than I'd ever seen him move. One second he was across the room, the next his hand was wrapped around Vivian's throat, pinning her against the wall.

Gia groans and takes my hand. “Let’s go. When the two of them start, they go all day with the kissing.” I smile as I glance at them. They seem like how my parents used to be. “Oh, okay.” “Cap, wait,” her mother says. “Brandi, I’ll see you at dinner.” “Okay,” I reply as Gianna pulls me out of the room, but not before I take one last look at him. Suddenly, everything goes black. “Fenice.” “Tes?” Wasn’t I with Gianna?

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.

She doesn't look back; she just gets to Vincenzo's room, opens the door, and enters inside. Why is she here? Vincenzo was lying! I wanted to continue my journey but I couldn't bring myself to move one inch forward, so I went back and placed my ear on the door. “So the rumors are true?” Melinda seethes, the bitterness in her tone is palpable. “What rumors?” Vincenzo snaps angrily. “You're sleeping with that filthy slave?” Melinda sneered. “She's not a slave!” Vincenzo counters, maybe he wasn't lying after all.

Vittoria's POV My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my skirt. My mind replaying what had happened between Ricardo and me. His touch, his kiss, and the way he looked at me shocked me more than I would like to admit. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. The thought of it was scary to me, I wasn't supposed to develop feelings for Ricardo Lombardi. That wasn't part of the plan. “Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.”

" Oh my dear daughter" " Father" Vanessa falls into his arms, smiling. " You look rather flourishing today" " You flatter me father" " But am being honest. With your perfect countenance and grace Richard will definitely choose you, he dared not look at another" Vanessa blushes, the red shade of her cheek thickens. Frenger holds Vanessa's shoulders, staring at her affectionately. He couldn't be more proud. " You must prepare. You live tomorrow, make me proud."he said blatantly.

Ten minutes later ~ Antonio sat in his living room, smoking a cigarette. Vixen stood before him, fidgeting with anticipation. She had fantasized about this moment, hoping he'd finally give in to his desires and take her roughly, her screams echoing through the chamber. But now, as she met his gaze, she felt a pang of disappointment.

She was hyperventilating. Her mind flashed back to the study. To Oreon. She looked at her hand, the hand that had touched his chest. She could still feel the heat of his skin. The hard ridge of his scars. The pulse of his blood. It burned her. “You need a Luna who is holy,” she had whispered to him. Sin! her mind screamed. Desire is a sin! You are the Vessel of the Law! You cannot want the flesh! Flashback The Meditation Cell. She was fifteen.