Venti X Barbara Novels & Stories

Barbara’s sharp intake of breath gave a lot away. “He...he is your mate.” She sat down heavily and seemed to speak to herself rather than to Summer. The latter remained silent and then her eyes widened when she saw tears rolling down Barbara’s cheeks. “Barbara? What...what’s the matter?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She tentatively placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, staring at her quizzically. “Ah...that’s…” This was the first time Summer had seen the older woman flounder. “Do you...know him?” she asked slowly. She couldn’t help it. She would lie if she said no because clearly, Barbara knew him but how?

Phidelia queried angrily and jolted up from her seat. “Hey Phidelia, don't get.....” Before he could end his statement, Phidelia speed off in anger. He tried to hold her hand but he was slow to her speed. “Shit!” he loud whispered, slightly pushing the chair back to make room for him to get up. Everybody had their eyes fixed on them but nobody was willing to offer any help as they were afraid to involve themselves in those crazy girls issues.

The Princess cried hard and as well as Carell slowly turned blue from the venom. Barrett suddenly felt a painful thumping and collapsed, she had a hard time breathing. “Ah ha ha…” Denzell got worried. “Barrett what’s happening?” “My chest… it hurts…” She takes a look at her trembling hand, both her and Denzell shocked to see that her hand is slowly fading. “Barrett, your hand!” Argel who was already in deep turmoil got terrified of the current disappearing body of Barrett. The three of them feared what was happening to her.

The scent of aging wine and the dim overhead lights created a sinister atmosphere. The room's entrance was partially obscured by barrels of wine, providing some cover. My father and I exchanged a glance, our silent communication a testament to the years of working together. We had to act swiftly and decisively. With a renewed burst of adrenaline, I charged toward the back, drawing my gun as I moved. Taking cover behind a large oak table, I made myself known, gun raised. Vincent stood in the center of the room, gun in hand and shaking, pointing at the ceiling. I watched as he reached behind a barrel of wine and pulled Sophia out by her long, dark hair.

A shiver runs down my spine, not from pleasure, but from something else entirely. I exhale sharply, trying to shake it off. I don't need past trauma dictating my life tonight. Pushing slightly away from Gary, I turn to yell in his ears, “I need more alcohol.” He nods, guiding me to the bar and I clumsily climb onto a high stool as he orders shots. A moment later, the bartender places two small glasses of something golden, probably scotch or maybe whiskey. I giggle as I try to guess which alcohol it is. The time spent bartending for Brandon isn't wasted, I hope.

The protection was now gone. ‘Just call us and we will come to your aid.’ It was the Xilan Tribe, the tribe who kept on helping me. I smiled and even went faster. Lucinda has now completed the hell fire. I looked intently at her and focused on myself. “Now!” ‘Now!’ They both scream, I jumped in that very moment and aimed for her heart. She was about to release it. Will I really make it? I closed my eyes until my feet touched the ground.

If you say so Ashley if you say so! Oh my! This club is massive! Yeah and very vibrant. Kelly, concentrate! that's not why we're here. Let's go find a seat and check out some attractive dudes! Hey Bartender, can we have two dirty martinis and shots? My closest friend was promoted at work and we are partying tonight. Did I forget to add that she's ve…ry single! Ashley!! (Kelly yelled in an attempt to shut her up). What! Ashley said. I'm off to powder my nose, don't go anywhere. (Ashley whispered giggling as she left Kelly with the bartender).

But his words held a weight I couldn't ignore, and the unspoken tension lingered between us, leaving a trace of uncertainty in the air. *** Days and nights blurred into a silent vigil by my grandmother's bedside. I whispered words of encouragement, desperately recalling cherished memories, hoping to rouse the woman who had always been my pillar of strength. Despite my earnest attempts, the comatose state persisted, and despair took residence in my heart. My pleas echoed in the sterile room, a desperate soundtrack to the unyielding silence that enveloped us. The room's solemnity shattered as Aunt Fernanda entered, her disdain evident in the sharp lines of her expression. "Celicia," she spat,

Several massive, rolling garment racks draped in protective fabric stood behind her, alongside a stack of velvet jewelry cases. "I am so incredibly sorry to have kept you waiting," I said immediately, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I completely lost track of time this morning." The woman stood up, offering a warm, incredibly radiant smile that instantly put me at ease. "Oh, please don't apologize at all, darling! I'm Vanessa. Mr. Vale made it clear that I was at your disposal today, so my time is entirely yours. It’s a absolute pleasure to meet you." "Thank you for being so understanding, Vanessa," I said, offering a relieved smile. "We were just about to head in for breakfast. Woul

And just as he reached into the bar drawer and poured himself some whiskey, I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes with a sigh, choosing to savor the last hours of an awkwardly peaceful moment over a talk with my brooding husband. I try not to gag at the title and grit through my teeth, “Just so you know, I'm not yours—or anybody's.” “We're here.” He simply announces, ignoring the annoyance in my tone. My eyes snap open, widening as the De Luca estate came into view—like a haunting fortress carved from a height of intimidation and walls of stone. Tall, metallic wrought iron gates that automatically slid open before we even got close to them—almost like they already knew who was approa