Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"I'm sorry but I am a bit scared of the whole thing." His gaze was steady and unwavering. "Don't be scared and you won't be recognized. You are not going as Chiara Moretti, the presumed dead heiress. You are going as Miss Viviana Marino." He paused, letting the new name settle between us. "A businesswoman who has just returned to Italy. Someone with the best wine production in the whole of Southern Europe, a true connoisseur of the finer things, and not just that, she is also a remarkable tech engineer, with a keen interest in the future of artificial intelligence. A visionary, a woman of both wealth and intellect, with an air of quiet power."

V. My heart stopped. C.V.? Carla Valenti? The most recent transfer was from three months ago, wired to a personal account not listed in any official records. It wasn’t much money, but it was irregular—like someone trying to hide something. I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Carla—the woman who had driven me in her SUV, who brought me coffee and made me laugh with her sarcasm… could she be involved in something shady? The thought tightened my chest. I had trusted her—her camaraderie, that spark of humanity she carried in this dark world. But numbers don’t lie.

“That’s right. The Carters are in trouble and the situation is taking a turn for the worse. You’re the most beautiful woman in the Carter family, you’re the only one who can help us.” “Three days will fly by before you know it. There’s no need to worry. Plus, this isn’t something to be ashamed of. Mr. Wilson is the director of Violet Vision Media Corp. That company has a net worth of over a few hundred million dollars. He’s the biggest boss around. Being with him would make a world of a difference, and it would be a significant improvement from that deadbeat husband of yours, Zayn!” Before Faye left, many of the Carter family members rushed over to console her with their flowery words and ta

Just the question, clean and direct. And I had answered. Not the safe answer. Not the transactional one. The real one. Now she knew. She knew Dante Vitale, who controlled everything in his world, had carried the memory of a woman he had seen once on a grey Tuesday and had not been able to remove it. The question was what she would do with that.

She was holding a digital tablet against her chest, a bright, dazzling smile plastered on her face as her eyes immediately locked onto Luca "Welcome, Mr. Carter," she purred, her voice smooth like honey as she took a step toward him, completely ignoring my existence. "I am Ms. Vance, your new personal secretary. It is an absolute honor to finally meet you in person."

Carissa explained in detail how the accident happened. "Then, how is Mr. Viren's wife?" Karin asked, and she was very surprised to learn about the unfortunate thing that happened to Carissa. "That poor woman is still in a coma now; she is just lying weak in the hospital and doesn't know how long it will last," answered Carissa. Remembering that made Carissa's tears flow again. However, Carissa immediately deleted it, not wanting to appear weak in front of Karin. "What a shame," said Karin.

Emily’s POV The warm Caribbean breeze kissed my sun-kissed skin as I stepped onto the wooden deck of the private villa. Palm trees swayed lazily against a perfect turquoise sky, and the ocean whispered promises of relaxation. This was supposed to be our second honeymoon—eight years of marriage to Ryan, and I desperately needed this escape. At thirty-two, I still turned heads with my curvy figure: full breasts that strained against bikini tops, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and long wavy auburn hair that cascaded down my back. But lately, the spark in our bedroom had dimmed to polite routine. Ryan worked endless hours as a corporate lawyer, leaving me—a graphic designer who worked fr

Carlon sat infront of me. "What about cara?" he asked me. "She's been working too much." "She is. That's why I volunteered to deliver the brownies, so she won't have to worry," "Always look out to her. She might overwork herself again. I'm worried," I said. "Don't worry, Austin. Our father will start his therapy soon. That's was the only reason why cara worked so hard, to earn money for dad's therapy, but his batchmates from high school helped him."

parv said "atleast let's wait untill candy wake up doctor she already lost a chance to see her mom last time she can't even see her mom's dead body atleast let her see karthik" doctor replied "I can understand your emotions I also wants to wait but we can't keep the body out for more time he is brain dead if we keep some more time all organs stops working so it's better to make it fast about her condition we can't say when she wakes" parv's dad signed the form doctors taken karthik's body for organ removal after postmortem they given the body to them they taken the body to graveyard and built a tomb viranica is lying in coma near to death without knowing what major things happened in her lif