Viscount Novels & Stories

[Juliette’s POV] ‘I gave you the receipts, didn’t I?’ That look of disgust was hard to miss. The descendant of the command sergeant, Calum Virtus, Director of the Virtus Retails, was known to be the better—and prettier—version of Marco. And he was a clean freak. Arms crossed, the pretty guy snorted. ‘Ezio warned us all. So I sent them all to you yesterday. After working hours, of course. After all the real work was done.’

The Boss said again, his eyes was set on the watch. "Well, I will request that you asked your man to return my spectacle back to where he took it from, or he will died last and his death would be so painful." Alexis said with much confidence. The Boss was a hitman who had carried out a lot of assassination work, but this was the first time that he came across a victim who was as confident as this one, even at the sight of guns and axe, she was still firm and unshaken just like a tree with a firm tap root, she was not just scared alone, she could still trade words with her attacker with much confidence.

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

I pulled his hand back onto my thigh, letting it rest there. I wasn't going to slip away. "Looks like you were right, Nicolas." A deep voice sounded, grabbing all of our attention. It was Alex's uncle, Auguste, and I suddenly remembered that he was the owner of the restaurant. He placed the bottle of brandy he was holding down onto the table, breaking the seal and unscrewing the top. Nicolas glances over to me, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair.

The audacity of them to deny me entry—me, of all people! Alphonso remained calm, as if he had been trained to handle situations like this. "I’m sorry, Miss Christopher, but we have strict orders. No visitors today." My jaw clenched. I was about to argue when the deep, familiar purr of a high-end engine caught my attention. I turned my head just in time to see a sleek, black Lamborghini pulling up to the gates. Vicenzo. My heart leaped into my throat. He parked smoothly and stepped out, exuding that effortless dominance that made my blood run hot. Dressed in an expensive black suit, his dark hair slightly tousled, he looked as untouchable as ever.

Ray Valisteen. The first time I saw him, he was sitting at our kitchen table, a place far too humble for someone who looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury magazine. His suit was sharp enough to cut through steel, his smile easy, almost disarming. But it was his eyes that struck me—dark, calculating, and cold. I was only fourteen, but I wasn’t stupid. Men like him didn’t show up out of nowhere. He wasn’t here for a simple family dinner.

she asked without turning. “Dario Valenti. Ex-special forces. Quiet. Deadly. Loyal… so far.” “He’ll be dead before he blinks. Anyone else?” “There’s a woman—his new consigliere. No one knows her name. Doesn’t speak in public. But when she whispers… men disappear.” Victoria smirked, sipping the whiskey. “I admire women who keep their mouths shut and their knives sharp.” A long silence passed. The only sound was the low hum of the jet engines.

he sneered, but his voice sounded a little faint. “Thank you for this, Kiddo. I can easily pull her out of your mansion now,” Vogar said, and I felt his presence disappearing, his scent fading. “What should I do with him?” The lady asked. “Let him be, Lucy. He won’t recall a thing when he wakes up,” Vogar's faint voice responded, and his scent totally faded. But a feminine scent suddenly consumed my nostrils. With the strength of her scent, I could tell she was a Beta wolf.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”