Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

"I made it. Check the grip. Base has my initials—V.E." Gina curled into Carlo like she was heartbroken. "Vera, how could you? That's not your mark. It stands for 'vita eterna.' It's a symbol of our love—and a blessing. Eternal life for the one who holds it." Vera didn't even blink. Her eyes locked on Carlo. "I've got the blueprints and logs in my arsenal. You want proof? I'll show you." For a second, something flickered in Carlo's eyes. Then he nodded.

My voice wavers, but I hold his gaze. “Leina Ashford,” he murmurs, almost like he’s testing the sound of it. “I know the name. Fell from grace, didn’t you? A scandal in white. Natalie told me everything. By the way, I'm Vincent Vitali, but the girls call me V.V” Heat burns my cheeks, but I don’t flinch. “I need work. Natalie said you’d help me.” He smirks. “Help is a strong word. But I do own a club, and I do have an audience that pays well for beauty. Can you dance?”

Cary doesn’t want to talk to you. ‘You…’ I couldn’t get the words out. Vanessa let out a happy, girlish laugh. ‘How do you like the studs we arranged for you? I’ll let you in on a little secret. They’re not just into rough stuff. One of them has AIDS. Pray you die tonight, because if you don’t, living will be so much worse. And don’t think about going to the police. We can crush you like an ant. You don’t stand a chance.’

a voice drawled. Isabella’s stomach twisted. Vince Carter. His voice alone sent a cold shiver down her spine. “Looks like the great Isabella and her little pet project have finally run out of places to hide.” Jason muttered a curse. “Of all the damn people…” Vince Carter wasn’t just any mercenary. He was ruthless, methodical, and sadistic—someone who enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill. If he was here, it meant one thing—whoever had sent him wanted them dead, not captured.

The simplicity is his voice was enough to reassure me. Cosmo was the best killer in Carnival. The most brutal out there. Even I was afraid of him when I met him. Though now he has become the most trustworthy man to me. “Yeah, she might stir up some trouble,” I smirked. “Let’s get her.” Dante looked confused.

Silvana said. "Oh, by the way, where is your husband? I need to contact him and tell him you're here." Carista fell silent; clearly, she didn't have a husband. She only had Taylor, and he might be waiting for her at home right now. "I-I don't have a husband. I..." Carista choked a bit, wincing softly, feeling a sudden cramp in her stomach. "Never mind, just rest. I'm not curious about your husband; the important thing is I can take you to the hospital tomorrow," Silvana said.

Dana Hamilton, The woman in iron was her nickname when she was in Italy. She had previously lived in California with her family before moving to Italy and now, she was back. She and her husband sat down at the arrivals lounge waiting for Clara. She was a woman of high prestige and a mouth that spat out words like someone drawing a sharp sword from a sheath. She was also a woman of beauty, with her pronounced brown eyes, her orange lips, and dark hair. She was in her fifties but she looked so much younger than other women who were in their fifties. The fact that she had a husband made many men stay away from her.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

So Timi was privileged to listen to her conversation with Violet because of her cat? “Let Rina go, she has nothing to do with this!” Musa yelled, looking at the girl who looked like she had trouble breathing. If she wasn't saved on time, she would die. “Pass me your heirloom and maybe I shall let her live.” Violet looked at Rina. Her spirit was faint. Timi had broken the tendons in her feet and she could barely stand if he wasn't holding her up. Her will to live was little and even if she survived, she wouldn't last a long time as the arteries in her heart has already been ruptured.

“My name isn't really Lucia. It's Cara. Cara Lucia Savio.” His eyes go wide. “Who put you up to this? I told Frank about you. Did he put you up to this? This isn't funny.” “No, no joke. I'm Cara Savio of the Savio Family.” He blinks twice and then turns and walks away. ***