Virtue & Vanity Novels & Stories

As Villanelle grew older her beauty became legendary, and her parents, worried for her safety, pleaded with the Gods, begging them to send her a protector. One that knew right from wrong, with the strength of a hundred wolves and the magic to pass judgement that was always fair and true, ensuring that Villanelle would never be in danger or have her heart broken. The Gods talked amongst themselves, trying to decide what they should do, until a slender young woman, with ice for eyes and hair the colour of snow, stood up and addressed them all, " My wolves are pure of heart and loyal to the mate bond, I say we should bind her to a wolf, that way she will always be protected."

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

In those mirrored eyes, she saw resilience, compassion, and a fierce determination to defy the expectations that had been unfairly thrust upon her. "I am not defined by the legacy of my lineage," Violet declared, her voice resonating with a strength she had only begun to unearth. "I will forge my own path, guided by love and compassion. I will transcend the shadows that seek to confine me and create a legacy of my own making."

By seeing her expression, Jack smirked while whispering in her ear. “The more you try to push me, the more you attract me towards you. Listen carefully. You belong to me Vanilla and I will do anything to make you MINE forever.” “I’m....I’m not yours” stuttered Val disturbed by their posture. “Yes. You are. My Vanilla.” said Jack smirking. He liked the effect he had on her and also the way she made him feel. Jack can see her beautiful eyes and smell her natural pure scent emitting from her body. He wanted to kiss her but don't want to scare her, so he controlled himself.

It was a matter of her self-respect - how would she walk in the streets, what would people call her? A whore? A cheater? A characterless woman? A gold digger? As for her aunt Quincy, she would just say. "An apple doesn't fall far from the tree - like a mother, like a daughter." It was heartbreaking. Mellisa had lost her dignity, the thing she had left with and he had questioned her character in front of the world. For a woman, respect is the most important thing, and now she has lost it. Maxwell understood her pain very well; no woman in her right mind would smile at such humiliation.

"And once I crossed that line, it became easier to cross it again and again." "What about Vanya Reed? She wasn't threatening your empire directly." "She represented something I couldn't tolerate," I explained. "She was succeeding through honest work and genuine talent, which made my success look hollow by comparison. I needed to prove that virtue doesn't actually triumph over calculated ruthlessness." "How do you feel about her success now?" I looked at the crumpled newspaper on the table between us. "She proved me wrong about everything. Virtue did triumph. Honesty did overcome deception. Good people do sometimes win while evil people face consequences."