Vita Carnis の小説・ストーリー

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.

's hair in his lungs, when suddenly, Carson was pushed away from him. Find out of treatment with Carson and Carleysia found. "Oh, finally decided to join the concert. You must admit that you have a very hard body. I love it." Carson, Faheger Gabriel, said he did not have to be lost more time. "Carlisia Gadri." Short before he turns into his wolf but it has not moved from its place. "I'll stay with you whatever happened." She looked forward to Carson in predictable. "Ah, if the mark works. Do not receive my dear, you will make my climb all day after the remark or remove this. Karson said. "Attranged and I am." Sister with Carlecea Vantas. "We'll talk about this snap courage when we return hom

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.

Carmen “Let’s just say that Venom Vultures is a motorcycle club, plus benefits.” “What kind of benefits?” “The kind of benefits that don’t come with rules. You can do whatever you want.” “Within reason,” Carter chips in. Vex flashes his friend a calculating glare. “Then tell me—what was your reason for bidding all of this money on a girl?” “I don’t see you complaining,” Carter counters. Vex looks me up and down and smiles. “I’d never dream of complaining. Carmen is priceless.”

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

Before his pride and before he believed he stood alone. That night, Vanessa couldn’t sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone again and again. Every search brought nothing useful. No clean background on Elena. No traceable corporate history. No personal records beyond surface identity. It was as if she had been placed into the world fully formed. Without origin. Without foundation. Vanessa frowned. “That’s not possible,” she whispered to herself. She opened another tab, then another, until finally, she found something. A fragmented reference buried in an old financial registry archive. A name. Not Elena Carter. But: E. Carter Holdings – Foundational Trust Structure.