Vi Caitlyn Novels & Stories

Victoria stood at the backstage feeling nervous, she would soon be introduced to her new colleagues, she knows her ex husband works here also, in as much she had hated him for the past two years, but that didn't stop her from knowing all his daily activities and engagement. She came to seek the revenge she desired for the past two years. Her only prayer is that God should help her through, because she knows how irresistible and domineering he can be... After some minutes of contemplating if she should go ahead or not, she heard Mr Elijah, the manager of AZ organization introduce her to everyone.

She could wear any contacts or colorful wigs, but I would bet anything, she was definitely the camgirl, Sindy Kate. At the same time, I went to the site. I knew she was online. Indeed, she was. She was giving advice to one of the viewers on how to keep their sex life more interesting. Funny how people ask her loads of trash. I type my questions, but it buried with a bunch of questions from the viewers. She was definitely getting a lot of coins out of this. I forgot I purchased coins—all I had to do was tip her to get her attention. DangerouslyAddictive10: Would you rather tell the truth to someone that could hurt her feelings in the process? Or better to just keep it to yourself?

Those closest to the few women scattered throughout the room offered their hand so the women could half curtsey and dip their heads. “My name is Cyan,” I mumbled. The Queen cut me a sharp look, the brown of her eyes glazed just slightly enough to let me know that her Vetur was surging. I considered lowering my gaze, but decided against it. My little act of defiance would surely piss her off more, but that was exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was stronger than her. Even without my mate, I was lethal, as evidenced by the litany of extra warriors strategically placed throughout the room. They expected me to fail with this joining just as I had at the others, so even here at the revealing ce

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

This is not Cyrene anymore, but her wolf. "No! Stop!" My focus was pulled back to Carmela when I heard her scream. She is now pinned against the wall and the witch is just standing right in front of her. She is not moving but Carmela is limping, shaking and crying in pain. "You!" I called out and she just smirked. "You want to stop me from hurting your mate? Then you have to kill her first." I looked back at Cyrene and she is ready to attack me once more. She is wounded badly and I've noticed that she is not healing fast. She is getting weaker and weaker.

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Various shaped marks filled her tits, hurting her. “Cleon will lose his spot in the team,” that was it. She lost her patience. She pushed him with remarkable strength, and he stumbled back, surprised but composed. Pushing her breasts into her dress, she wiped the smirk off his face. Her hand flew up, and a loud smack was heard throughout the large room before Athena knew what she was doing.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

“Right now, on this path of life that we are living, I have to sacrifice myself for Scarlet.” Caleb stood there, winded by her words, unable and unwilling to believe them. “Why?” he demanded. Caitlin held her arm up and traced along the line of her blue vein with her finger. “I’m a vampire, Caleb. The last vampire. The circle of history begins and ends with me. I can determine whether we exist or whether we don’t, whether Scarlet is human or whether she’s a vampire. The secret of the vampires runs through my veins.” Caleb shook his head, flooded with grief.

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.