Vi Arcane Hot Novels & Stories

A sharp, definitive gesture. In front of the mirror this time, I contemplate myself. Elara Vance. Heiress. CEO of Vance Holdings. Multi-billionaire. One of the most feared women in financial circles. The face is a mask of cold porcelain. The eyes, an icy blue, betray nothing. The lips are a serious line, without a trace of lipstick. Perfection is a fortress. No one will see the inner tremors. No one will guess the mark hidden beneath the expensive fabric. No one will suspect that, the night before, this same woman knelt, blind and trembling, to have her very body taken from her.

I said, leaning back. I picked up my left hand, and three blue see-through keys appeared. One said control, and the other two said C and V. It was the gift Genesis gave me. [Copywriter]. It works like a dream. I see an ability, and I type Control C. It copies the skill permanently and places it in my skill tab. The only downside is that certain skills, like magic, have requirements. Either a skill has a prerequisite, or I have to have certain numbers in my stats. Each skill is ranked from F to S, and the higher the skill, the more requirements are necessary.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

CTRL + ALT + ESCAPE + 11011 A dark grey command prompt bypassed the slick, commercial user interface of the Vance Core operating system. It was a raw, unadulterated engineering gateway. ENTER ARCHITECT BYPASS CODE: Julian didn't hesitate. He spoke the code aloud as he typed it with one hand, his deep baritone carrying the weight of an absolute, unyielding command. "0.618.GOLDEN.CUT.REDUNDANT" The terminal screen didn't flash green. It didn't flash red. It went completely, dead-box black.

Aaliyah replied before we were unconsciously pulled into an argument to what name really suited us- -when we actually really gathered to welcome Wu back from her rehabilitation center. "I like a little mystery, we-" Wu had started out before Jacqueline clicked her glass to gather our attention. "-the vamps" She interrupted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and we hesitantly held up our glasses this time-- "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled. We looked to her as she brought out her blow, it was to no surprise to us that even after rehab, Wu still had no plan to stay clean-

Through her tears, Mia begged, "Carl, you see Yara as family. You don't love her anymore. You love me, don't you?" Carl shoved her to the floor, his eyes burning with rage. "No! I love Yara! I will always love Yara! Get out!" "Marry me, Carl. I love you more than Yara ever did. And you love me too—just admit it!" Mia scrambled up, reaching for him— He pushed her down again. "Shut up! You will never be Yara! I have never loved you! I will only ever love Yara, and she will only ever love me!"

“Uak, come here and count the coins for me. I borrowed ten thousand from that weird guy. What is his name again?” Alaric eyes widened. Was she low-key dissing him? “His name.. To be honest Master, I don't remember but I don't think you introduced us. You just said he was an old friend.” “Well, not that his name really matters. Come on, let's talk about more important things.” More important things.. Suddenly, Alaric felt chills on his skin. Violet had expanded her aura through the hallway to ensure no one was listening to her conversation with Uak. She was sending him a message to leave. He smiled as he passed her room, locking eyes with her stern ones.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'