Virtue & Vanity Novels & Stories

Vanessa doesn’t knock. She never does when she’s angry. The door to the private lounge slams open, the sound ricocheting off glass and marble, and Julia feels it in her bones before she turns. “So this is how you do it,” Vanessa says, voice sharp enough to cut. Her smile is brittle, eyes bright with something that looks too much like panic. “You take everything and call it virtue.” Julia sets her phone down slowly. Brandon is beside her, a presence she doesn’t lean into yet. “What are you talking about?” she asks, calm by choice.

Ruth cried. Ava chuckled slightly "I don't doubt that. You look so hot" Ruth nodded "well I agree with you on that. It does look pretty on me." Ava flipped her hair dramatically "thank me later baby" "Your point is made, but still, it's an office not a party." Ruth said heading to the bathroom to wash off the makeup. "Okay let's just fix something light for ya" Ava screamed after her. "Noppp" Ruth said, emphasizing on the 'p'.

“You got to do something to get this off your head, Enrique. Get a woman. Play. Many women out there will agree to an affair without commitment. You can't be like this just because of my cousin. She didn't even care. It's not worth it, my friend.” Pain shot through him. Even Brad knew it. Worthless. His love had been worthless. Like trash to be thrown away. Replaced by an older and richer man. It was the biggest insult and he just couldn't accept it. But that didn't mean it wasn't real. “Women. All of them, they are all worthless!” “Not everyone. You know it. You just need to get her off your head and look around.” He looked at his friend with bloodshot eyes. “Your mother was a kind woman. S

Even at nineteen, I knew how beautiful I was and used my beauty as a weapon. But, oh how far the mighty have fallen. Vanity is a sin, and the scars on my face are my atonement. I know that I need to get over my self-loathing; no one mentions it, but I know they all think that. I’m sure most of them are happy that I ended up like this: ugly and unwanted. Well…all of them but one.

That single word announced to the entire world that the lady had been taken and was not playing games. Some of the men were perplexed as to why none of their maids resembled Vanity, whereas the ladies despised their maids to the core. It would be a disaster if they hired such vixens as Vanity to work in their homes. This is equivalent to loading the gun and shooting yourself in the foot. Vanity was the epitome of beauty; she had a long and fair neck that Chandler enjoys gnawing and biting at every opportunity. She had long legs that enraged other ladies and made men envious. Chandler wanted to hide her away from the crowd after seeing her in such a dress.

That person has everything; family, money, comfy lifestyle, good career and social respect too (some places) but that person's success is not a life lesson or guidance for anyone because that person is living for himself, not for others. If you say you are in love, do you have the guts to sacrifice that love for pride and justice? No, we are always scared to lose that person and never avoid taking a stand for pride and justice. We love to pamper that love and spoil ourselves so that we forget who we are, why we are.) AND THAT QUESTION WAS THE ALARM FOR VIHAAN AND FIRMLY ANSWERED “ CREDIT”.

It hadn’t felt like work. It had felt like partnership. Or maybe that was just what love looks like when you’re giving everything and calling it loyalty. The image shifted, sharp and unwelcome, to my father. Mr. Vance. A titan. A man who believed control was the highest form of virtue. He used to adjust his spectacles and say, “Zara, the truth is never in the bold print. It’s in the margins. People lie but the numbers they leave behind are honest.” He had taught me to look for the ghost in the machine.

…..Zed felt his throat go dry. He poured himself a glass of water and drank a few sips under Vania's amusing gaze. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" she exclaimed. "That's the effect it has on me when I talk about it." answered Zed "But you haven't even started talking, is that so terrible? Yet she seemed to me the most virtuous woman in the world." said Vania "Don't be mistaken, she is not as convenient as she looks. Behind this "virtuous" appearance hides a vicious and mythomaniac being." replied Zed

"My fiancé is back. We might be meeting up tonight. How am I meant to meet up with him if my breath stinks of garlic?" Finn walked over and eagerly asked, "Didn't you say there was no chance after he found out you aren't a virgin?" I raised my head up high in a confident manner. "I'm that charming. With a curl of my fingers, he is hooked. Success requires effort." "Rich and powerful families are dangerous. Isn't it nice to just live an average and peaceful life?" I looked down at my phone and ignored Finn. After hovering around me for another minute, he returned to the kitchen.

"Others usually do this to gain fame or something like that......" Violet didn't let her finish her sentence. "I already have enough fame for a lifetime, and I don't need any more. Keep in mind that I came here to demonstrate my filial piety to the elderly and sick. It is not my concern how you spin the story. And, while we're on the subject, I'll be donating two hundred thousand Dixing to the hospital for the benefit of the elderly and children," she said, looking at Anne, who wrote the check and signed it.