Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

Viola Turner took a look at Vita and said with disgust on her face," A woman without breasts is so bad-tempered. No wonder no man wants you." "You, I......" Vita was angry and could not speak out. Because of this, people would see her ID card to verify if she Is an adult, "you have such a poisonous mouth, and you grow up eating snakes and scorpions?" "Thank you for your praise. I grew up eating white rice." Viola Turnerl looked at Vita proudly, then took out a handkerchief and sat on the sofa. Ada Wood pretended to see nothing and then went back to the room and continued to pack things.

He quickly caught up with her and hugged her waist. Vivian downed her fifth wine, eyes rolling 360 degree searching for a familiar figure she could never get tired of. After hearing about Cara's marriage to Damien Zoric, the CEO and heir to the Zoric conglomerate, she had development a more intense hatred for her supposed sister.

Kara walked into their room with her mind spinning. Vitale was a huge name, so it wasn’t surprising that Ann knew about them… but Ann was American. That thought made Kara even more confused. She sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and typed Salvatore Vitale into the search bar. The results showed a man praised for kindness, charity work, and community support. There were articles about how respected he was, and how his company was preparing to run for office. She scrolled through everything, trying to understand until the door suddenly opened.

I said shakily as I drew in a shaky breathe, willing myself not to remember the hardest moments of my life. "Oh, I'm so sorry dear." She engulfed me in a side hug as I hugged her back gratefully. The door suddenly opened revealing a young beautiful girl with sandy blonde hair, looking like the younger version of Carla. Vitalia Romano. Vitalia Romano was tall and slender, standing in her 5'6 height, two inches taller than I am. She glanced around the room, her eyes finally landed on me or should I say my stomach, they grew wide to sorcerers as an excited smile grew on her face.

Vex asks. I go back to staring at her on stage and hoping this isn’t karma. The night I spent with her is symbolic. I don’t expect these two turds sitting next to me to understand that. Carmen was the last woman I slept with back when I was still acting CEO of Milton’s Milkshakes. September 22nd, three years ago, was Carter Trescott’s last day on earth. Hard. How the fuck is the club supposed to fork out millions of dollars, all for a girl? Venom Vultures MC isn’t made of money. I suppose I’ll have to get reacquainted with my accountant and pay for some of the damage myself.

I was almost done, almost safe, when the television above the counter flickered on, a news anchor’s voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “Breaking news: Marcus Carter, an American billionaire and CEO of one of the world’s most renowned wine brands, Carter’s Wine, has contacted Venetian authorities for assistance in locating his wife, Ella Harper, who vanished weeks ago. The doctor, who came to Venice to participate in a specialization program, disappeared without a trace. Marcus Carter fears for her safety and is desperate to find her, offering a ten-thousand-dollar reward for any information leading to her whereabouts.”

"Hold your horses. I'm not asking for this because I’m petty. The truth is, I need it. I’m not in good health. I can show you a certificate from an accredited hospital if you don’t believe me. Vivien and I have rare blood types, so it’s great that I know her because I would have a hard time finding a donor if not. Oh, and according to my doctor, I need about a hundred transfusions in the future to keep me alive, so you get the gist…” "What the heck? About a hundred?" Carter clenched his fists and muttered, "You’re going to kill her at that point!” Carter's words made Julia laugh. "Carter, you’re unbelievable. When I was still your fiancee, you kept telling me that Vivien was just a friend. S

Three years later, Carter Holdings had become one of Europe's most respected healthcare companies. Its community programmes operated across several countries. Its employee satisfaction ranked among the highest in the industry and at the centre of it all was Elena Carter. She was no longer introduced as “The former wife of Adrian Carter." She was simply, Elena Carter. Chairperson. Business leader. Philanthropist. Grace entered smiling. “You have five minutes before the charity gala." Elena laughed. “You've been saying that for ten years."