Viscount/viscountess Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1: NO-SAFEWORD CONTRACT VALENTINA’S POV I’m Valentina Voss. Yes, that Voss, the one who buys companies for breakfast and fires CEOs before lunch. At twenty-eight, I own boardrooms. I silence men twice my age with a single arched brow. I have a net worth that could fund a small war. My life is armor: tailored suits that hug my curves, Louboutins sharp enough to draw blood, and a reputation so icy it could freeze hell.

Who knows,his mother might persuaded the supreme Luna to convince the supreme Luna into sending him to moon valley as the new viscount. He just couldn't wait to be the viscount,and ensure he killed Jace. A chariot arrived with a woman in her forties whose skin was delicate and alluring, hair falling over her face was pushed out followed by a young girl in her early twenties who was dressed in a slinky nude dress that showed off her tiny waist and alluring curves fell to the ground. I, at that instant was aroused at the girl's coquettish appearance,and even pondered on how i will put her in bed and fuck the life out of her.

My lover, my Lord Burnet, my Marquis of Ainsworth. *** The library door opened on well-oiled hinges. Karen turned from helping Tony put the precious drawings away and stared at the woman who strolled in as if she owned the house and everything in it. She was petite, her white-blonde hair cut short, forming cherubic curls round her shapely head, little fronds caressing the nape of her slender neck. Her face was gamine, elfin — big blue eyes, a retrousse nose, full red lips.

she asked, her smile not reaching her eyes. I didn’t say a word. I just reached into my pocket, pulled out the heavy, matte-black ancestral trust card, and tapped it against the glass counter. Chloe’s eyes dropped to the card. Her posture instantly straightened, the snooty veneer melting into a look of pure, unadulterated worship. “Welcome to Valerius, Ms. Vance,” she breathed, her voice dropping an octave. “What can I get for you today?”“Everything in my size,” I said cheerfully. “But specifically, I want your thickest, most insulated winter coats. And the silk sheets.

"Pardon me, my Lord. I believe you are one of our honorable hosts. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Viscountess Winthrop and this is my daughter, Lady Arabella Grace Adrianne Winthrop." "I believe I haven't had the pleasure to meet you, Milady. Jacob Mannheim, at your service." Jacob performed an elegant bow, then he gestured to Matthew. "And this is my friend, Mr. Matthew Walsh." Matthew nearly flinched when the countess' keen eyes sized him up. "Mr. Walsh, pardon me if I am mistaken. I believe I've heard of you before..." While Matthew seemed to have trouble finding words to reply, Jacob decided to help him,

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

A massive aura emitted, completely exposing his rank. The hall began to shake, the elders fell silent, and the servants prostrated. The Viscount was an A-rank warrior at his best! A force that could rival a Count's!

She was walking towards him, probably coming from the restroom. “Two days ago.” His answer was bland and straightforward; no how-are-you or good-morning of sorts. “I see,” Romaine said as she inched closer, leaning towards Eku as if to give him a kiss. In a reflex action, Eku jerked his head away slowly. “You have a visitor,” she whispered, then gave Visenna’s husband a snake smile. “Dr. Eku Mazari Zadzisai, meet Lady Nyra Ravenwood, a Norwegian countess.”

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Another male vampire noble spoke with gentleness, piquing my interest. “And you must be?” I wondered despite knowing who he was. He chuckled, but I could sense the grimness beneath his gentleness. “Oh, silly me. I’m Viscount Lancelot Green from the noble clan of Greens, and since we trust Sonia’s judgment, we would like to make a contract and start partnering with you.” He informed me, which was too fast since they had just come here for the first time, but the quickly it settled, the quicker Sonia would fall, and when Sonia fell, I had more time with my wife.