Venti X Barbara Novels & Stories

I gave her about five toys but she threw them away and tried to jump at the remote with me and in that cause, she changed the TV station. "This is the day Los Angeles itself has been waiting for. The only surviving son of the Andersons is getting married to the second daughter of the Smiths" I frowned and changed the TV station. "Recall that as at the beginning of this year, the Anderson organization was ranked number one in business sector and Mrs. Anderson's net worth was ranked No. 1 in Los Angeles while Mr. Thomas Anderson was ranked No. 3 in Los Angeles while the Smiths were ranked the seventh richest in L.A from eighteenth that they were last year. Do you think the Andersons are the on

she muttered before pushing the door open. The bell tinkled as all three Phantoms entered the bar, and Tohya frowned at the pitch black darkness. Mizuki always has some lights turned on in the bar to prevent his customers and employees from tripping over something in the dark. Something is deadly wrong. Somewhere behind him, Ren fumbled about for the light switches in the dark before finding it, and he then turned on the switches. Light immediately flooded the entire bar, and the eyes of all three Phantoms went wide at what they could see before them.

"Yes, there is. I need you to hire more bartenders that needs to work during the day shifts. There are also less female workers that are needed at the VIP section, so I suggest you either let a few more girls work during the day shifts or hire a few more and when you do please send me their applications forms and résumé, miss Sofia Ryder will be the one to do the interviews. Okay, that's about it." Angelo nods while smiling at me while Jackson also nods in agreement. "Of course miss parish. We'll get to that right away. Anyway, thanks for dropping by and nice to meet you again miss parish." He replied while reaching out for a short handshake. "Likewise."

She had scaled through the test, thanks to madam Jizelle's long years of unnecessary training on poise and balance which now seemed useful. She remembers Griselda, if she were here then they would recall together the time when on demonstrating the proper way to pour out a cup of tea from a tea pot, madam jizelle had burnt her left hand. Poor kitchen maids on whom madam jizelle had transferred her aggression. Madam jizelle was sober for the whole season, staring everyday, pitifully, at her scar. " I see you are perfect at this?" Vanessa says moving towards Annabelle. In her company were Matilda and Freya, two girls who were her age and almost her height.

"When you do something wrong, you pay for it. Sign this, and we can still be husband and wife." Someone grabbed my hand, pressed my thumb into the ink pad, and forced it down at the end of the contract. Joy flashed in Vivian's eyes. Matteo took the agreement and left with her. When the door closed, my heart finally died. I struggled to my feet, closed my fist around the broken ruby bracelet, and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. When the line connected, the other side was silent. Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.

"It's not to like there's a skeleton in there anyway." The barb flew out before I could stop it. "And how sure are you about that?" I blurted. Regret instantly washed over me for acting so impulsively. Here I was, desperately trying to gain his trust and when it seemed I was finally getting it, I just had to throw a verbal grenade into the already tense situation. "Excuse me?" Diego furrowed his brows again. "What exactly do you mean by that statement?"

Chapter three Rayna "Why are you dressed like a slut!" My fiance's cold voice lashed against my skin like a whip as I climbed into the back of his Cadillac at the end of the school day. "Good afternoon, sir," I kept my eyes lowered and my tone mild. Jared Winehall, my forty six year old fiance was a man that was prone to extreme anger. He lashed out at the drop of a hat and I had been on the receiving end of the back of his hand countlessly.

The winding mountain road tested the limits of Veronica’s vintage convertible, each hairpin turn bringing them closer to Dr. Vance’s secluded cabin. The air grew crisper, scented with pine and damp earth, as they ascended into the heart of the wilderness. Isabella, clutching a worn map, navigated with focused intensity, while Veronica wrestled with the steering wheel, muttering curses under her breath. “Are you sure this woman is even real?” Veronica asked, her voice strained. “This feels like something out of a horror movie. A remote cabin, a reclusive professor… all we need is a creepy caretaker and a blood-curdling scream.”

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, my eyes wide, promising her hell. “I’m going to destroy it. I’m going to reach through these bars, and I am going to tear your perfect day into bloody confetti. I will burn it all down. You and that old, rotting carcass you’re marrying. I will make sure your wedding day is the worst day of your life. You’ll remember me. You’ll always remember me!” She didn’t react again. She just stood there, absorbing my venom, and it was like throwing stones at a fortress. They just clattered off and fell to the ground.

“I like that, now, come. I have some people I want you to meet.” He put his hand on the small of my back and steered me off the dance floor. His touch made me feel hot. We walked toward a big group of people who were standing near a table with all the drinks. These people looked important. “This is Doctor Francesca Moretti,” Vincenzo announced to the group. He was back to being professional. “She is a trauma specialist. She is now on my personal staff.” The people looked me up and down. They didn’t look friendly.