Vim Shop Online Novels & Stories

Pastry chef Isabelle Marie Campbell is fired from her job in a coffee shop following a report by a billionaire, leading to her struggle to save her late mother’s bakery with a deadline to vacate her space in a month. Fortunately, she lands a job as a personal chef to an old American-based, Italian billionaire. Her heart twists when she finds out that he is the grandfather of the cold-hearted, hot-tempered, and arrogant Alessandro Levon Moretti, an Italian billionaire heir based in New York City. He was also the same man responsible for losing her job. His grandfather’s health was fast deteriorating, and he needed a woman to marry fast or lose his inheritance. As Isabelle contemplates either quitting her dream job or enduring Alessandro’s unwelcoming presence, he walks up to her with a cold and arrogant expression. "Be my girlfriend for three months. We shall have a contract for it…"

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

After buying a secondhand laptop online, I turn it on and discover that the wallpaper is a fully nude photo of my fiancé, Zane Lockhart. I am stunned. Could there be such a coincidence that Zane's old possession somehow makes its way back into my hands? Just as I am about to call Zane to ask what is going on, the seller starts calling me frantically. "I'm sorry, miss! I made a grave mistake. I accidentally ship you my boyfriend’s laptop! There are important work files on it, so please do not touch anything! "I will send the correct laptop to you right away, and I will cover the shipping." Hearing the feminine and sweet voice on the other end of the line, my heart instantly sinks to the stomach. Since when does Zane have another girlfriend besides me?

Adrian is a star hockey player by day and a secret OnlyFans creator by night. When his biggest online crush, a faceless but dangerously alluring creator, finally messages him for a collaboration, he jumps at the chance. But when they meet, Adrian is stunned to discover his mystery crush is none other than Julian Callahan—his biggest rival on the ice. Furious and embarrassed, he’s ready to walk away, but Julian refuses to let him go. What starts as a clash of pride and dominance soon turns into something far more dangerous. As tension rises and their secret meetings grow more intense, Adrian finds himself trapped between the rivalry he’s always known and the desire he never saw coming. But when their secret threatens to be exposed, he must decide—stay in the game or risk it all for the one man he swore to hate.

To raise funds for earthquake victims, I shed my business suit and put on a simple vest, choosing to live-stream while offering a designated driver service. At 3:00 am, I take on my final job for the day—and end up running into Owen Kramer, a former high school classmate. Reeking of alcohol, he tosses the money for my service onto the ground and spits on it before telling me to pick it up. "You were the top of our class, weren't you? Why have you been reduced to working as a gig driver, huh? You need money, right? Go on, then. Pick it up. That 50 is yours." Unbeknownst to him, his nasty behavior is being live-streamed online for everyone to see. Also, I just so happen to be the CEO he's been trying to cozy up to.

The smoothie shop was a whirlwind of activity during the lunch rush when a customer's call shattered my focus. "Is this the manager?" a sharp voice demanded. "I ordered a smoothie with just a touch of sugar. Why is it so sweet?" I checked her order and explained calmly, "Miss, Chocolate Bliss has a naturally sweet base." Not long after, she called again. "I asked for five ice cubes. Why are there only four?" Swamped and barely keeping up, I apologized and moved on. Before I could catch my breath, the phone rang once more. "I requested the guy in the black shirt to deliver my order. Why did a girl show up?" Suppressing my irritation, I clarified, "Miss, we handle the drinks; deliveries are managed by couriers." Finally, the calls stopped. But as the rush subsided, the headquarters called, telling me that a customer had lodged a complaint, accusing me of seducing her boyfriend.

My anxiety spiked during our wedding photoshoot. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. My fiancé, Caius—the Falcone family heir—was helping his adoptive sister, Fiorella, try on my wedding dress. He didn't even spare me a glance. He was on one knee, focused on adjusting the lace on Fiorella’s hem. Before we’d even left the shop, Fiorella posted a selfie in the dress. She was all smiles, my fiancé standing beside her, posed like her groom. Calmly, I pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a painter I keep on retainer. "A royal portrait. The two of them. Old-world style. Use the cheapest materials you can find. I want the frame dripping with fake diamonds. Make it look like trash." I'll have it sent to Fiorella. A wedding present. The note will be simple. "A work of art as priceless as your bond. Best wishes on your wedding."

Everyone in Eimport knew Ethan as a ruthless tycoon. Yet this same man humbly loved me. When his enemies kidnapped me for revenge, he charged bare-handed into an inferno so fierce even firefighters hesitated. I was unconscious but unscathed, while Ethan's right arm bore grotesque burns that would never fully heal. Unbothered, he even declared to the world that these scars were proof of our love. I was touched and browsed positions for couples online while he worked late. But everything shattered when I stumbled onto a video. The man's face was blurred, but the scar snaking up his wrist was unmistakable. The woman trapped in his gilded cage bore a striking resemblance to me. My heart hammered, torn between terror and devastation. That very night, I decided to leave and not ever see him again.

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.

"I don't want to marry you!" "You have no choice, Celeste. Your father sold you to me the moment he couldn't pay his debt." Celeste Madrigal lived a simple life running a small coffee shop—until one day, she’s dragged into a world of guns, masked strangers, and billion-dollar debts she never knew existed. When her father’s empire crumbles under a staggering two-billion-dollar debt, Celeste finds herself thrown to the mercy of a dangerous man—a masked billionaire known for his cold-blooded ruthlessness. As payment, he demands only one thing: her hand in marriage. With no choice left, Celeste is forced to become his bride... but behind the mask lies a man with secrets darker than she could ever imagine. And when love begins to bloom in the shadows, will she run—or will she fall deeper into the arms of the man who ruined her life?