Novel & Cerita Virtue & Vanity

Godvric spoke, snapping him outta his thoughts and he nodded and turned off his laptop and got outta the car effortlessly. The valet was on standby and bowed slightly in respect for Xavier Williams and his subordinate.. Godvric handed the car keys to the valet and took out the luggage at the back of the car and walked towards the entrance of the hotel with his boss who was ahead of him.. His coat hung on his shoulders leisurely and his hand shoved his pocket and really looked like the King of the underworld as he walked past the lobby and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads.. How can someone be so beautiful and exclude such a powerful aura?

"He has a specific appetite for dominance," Mateo muttered, his golden eyes tracking a server across the Velvet Lounge. "Dominance?" Victor shifted. The silver cuffs on his wrists—part of the 'VX' stage persona—clinked softly. "He wants the world to see you belong to the Vargas pack. My brother is... less than subtle. Once our guest arrives, I want you centered. Beside me, under me—I want him to breathe in the scent of my claim on you until he chokes on it."

I was ridicuing myself, losing everything I had built, simply because I refused to let go. Anger and shame were fighting in me. Part of me wanted to justify my actions, claim that everything I had done was out of love. But another, more lucid part knew that it was not love. Not really. Love, the real one, does not push to brandish weapons. It does not push to manipulate, to control, to terrify. Love is to want the happiness of the other, even if this happiness does not include you. And allysa? She was not happy with me. It was a truth that I had refused to see, but which was now impossible to ignore.

It was called ‘Love, Vinora’ and true to its name, the place offered baked goods and flavours popular with the capital’s populace or unique to Vesperia. The bakery owner smiled politely as she handed over the package filled to the brim with large lemon and white chocolate chip muffins. “Thank you very much for your patronage, my lady.” Valery accepted it gratefully and grinned brightly behind her mask. “Thank you as well. I will be sure to return for more.”

A very gentle woman. Requirements. Fidelity. Honesty. Responsibility. She held her head in one hand, slowly massaging her temple. “Shouldn’t you properly explain what you meant by these? Requirements. These are your expectations? Fidelity? You want your wife to be faithful. To what extent? Not meeting other men? Not having male friends? Never going on a date with another, or even a simple meeting or outing. Would you even allow your wife to greet people?” “I’m not that unreasonable. But I would require the highest form of care and discretion. You can’t be seen alone with another man. The rumors will be bad enough. You’ll most likely be compared to my last wife. I assume you know about that?”

she asked "I need to clear my head off, anything that will help " Sometimes in life things may not go the way you plan it, is not for you to be misconstrued but who you really are matter, people opinion should not affect your goal in life, or your relationship with someone. The only person that have the right to change you should be yourself, don't let want people think get to you to much, if you do you will notice you are stagnant and unable to move forward." she motivate me and I felt relieved. This was what I wanted right now someone to encourage me "ok mum, thanks mum," I smile

Allana and Augustine appeared like some kind of legendary flowers or herbs, sticking up to the sky, revealing its beautiful presence while surrounded by useless weeds. “I welcome everyone here, to celebrate the 60th year of my humble empire that I built from nothing years ago. The very same one that made me rethink my life choices and achieve things that I never knew I could.” Valrick started his speech with a heartfelt speech, speaking of his gratitude to the world and the ones who helped him throughout the way. Valrick Delaney, a self-made multimillionaire is someone who was everyone’s source of inspiration, no one in this world lived a day without knowing his name after years of proving h

The woman sighed, forcing her voice to break with the speech as Jasper sighed in turn, contemplating the authenticity of her statement. He felt awful in that moment, choking away the lingering tastes of his thoughts on dishonesty. He felt like an awful man in that moment, choking away the tastes of questioning a crying woman. With a curious topic, the question that fell through the man was no longer 'am I a bad man' but instead 'am I a bad father'—worth as a lover, worth as a partner; worthliness of Genevieve.

Ivana lifted her chin stubbornly even as tears ran down her face. “I meant well,” she whispered, voice breaking despite her effort to keep it queenly. “Richard, I, I didn’t know. I didn’t know she had no virtue.” No virtue. The phrase sounded almost laughable in this context. Virtue. As if this was about morality and not greed. As if this was about purity and not deception. My mother stepped closer to me, her hands trembling now, her expression cracked open in a way I had rarely seen. “Forgive me,” she pleaded.

A Virtue Third Person's POV Patience was a virtue, and it was one Maraleona possessed. It was one of her strong suits, a skill she had honed for years on end. Years of keeping her emotions to herself, waiting on flip that came too late and training from her youth, she was sure she had it in the bag.