Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

"You're not fat, just a bit more... rounded. You're still as beautiful as ever." "The truly fat one hasn't appeared yet," Cynthia teased, looping her arm through Carissa's as they strolled forward. Just then, Violet and Bun appeared, leisurely walking toward them. Bun was no longer as plump as before, but he was definitely more solid, giving him a more steady presence. When he saw Carissa, his face lit up with a big smile. "Cari, what took you so long to get back? Is work really that busy?" "Bun!" Carissa dragged Cynthia forward and playfully punched him in the chest. She felt the firm muscles under his tunic. "Good lad, are you close to joining the ranks of first-rate martial artists?"

She quickly took note of the airline's address in Manila and its hotline number. The third thing she typed in the search bar was "Vesarius Family." Like her search for Gideon, there were hardly any pictures of the Vesarius family except for a woman who was almost her age. The woman was beautiful and looked like a doll with her curly hair. Her name was Carolette Vesarius. The woman's I*******m account was private, but she still saw some of her pictures on G****e. Something choked on her throat, and it seemed like her world stopped spinning when she caught sight of a picture of Carollete with a young girl estimated to be three or four years old. Her heart pounded and her eyes welled up as she

CHELLEY MORETTI “My lady… you look gorgeous.” Rita gushed so hard like a little girl as the glam team finished my make over, the room was chaotic with designer stylist, hair stylists, make up artists all working just on me, It wasn't only the exciting chaos of getting ready for my very first Ad. campaign with Cassian Moretti for the newly launched major health tech device by the Moretti empire… Cassian made me the face of The Vitalis Core.

“Eat up, I know you’re starving.” Vanya chuckled and took one of the fries out of its container and thanked the nerd guy, “Thank you, Vasky.” Before she had time to eat so much food, Vanta’s eyes caught a familiar figure swinging the restaurant’s door open. It was a casually-dressed woman, walking outside with a medium-sized burger and soda in her hand. Undoubtedly, Vanya recognized the woman as Carlin. She lived somewhere near the regional library, so it wasn’t entirely surprising Vanya to see her friend She waved and called her name, slightly shouting since the restaurant was crowded.

Waiting for him to crack a smile and tell me this was some kind of test. He didn't. "You're joking." "I don't joke, Catarina. You know this." I did know this. Carmine Vitale had exactly two modes: business and sleep. There was no in-between. No casual conversations over breakfast, no asking about my day, no interest in anything that didn't directly relate to family operations. Which, apparently, now included selling me off like a prize heifer.

It was late afternoon by the time we reached the villa and a strange car was parked in front of it. A man stood in the living room and he quickly bowed his head when he saw me. “Alpha Sinclair. I am Karis, born Zeta to Alpha Teeven. The Alpha would like to formally invite you to an evening out for introductions and pleasantries.” He spoke English perfectly with just a slight accent. “Hi Karis, call me Kiran, please. This is my wife Adara and I see that you’ve already met Christian.” Karis shook my offered hand and I smiled at Christian clinging to Karis’s leg while he pretended that he couldn’t walk. Christian loved attention, especially being the center of attention and I relished in his ha

She lifted her hand and waved at me. I was always late for our dates. Carina Victor, the town diva who was a writer. She was a model, 5'7 feet tall, slender with a curvy body. Her beauty was man's weak point. Every man always turned. She wore eyeglasses that hid her brown eyes. Not like she had eye problems. She wore them because she used a laptop a lot for writing. Her chestnut lips in heart shape always had the most beautiful smile. I admired her, especially her black curly hair.

She sidestepped Lynn with a professional nod, her attention swiftly returning to her phone. Lynn turned to Katy, her voice quivering a bit. "That’s her?" Her voice trembling quite a bit as if to let go of the uneasiness curling at her chest. “Vespera Nightingale? Katy adjusted her sunglasses, her face a mask of disdain. "Yep, that’s her. She’s got zero respect for her seniors. Don't just stare, Lynn. It’s just a face." Lynn watched as Vespera walked toward the exit. It shouldn’t be possible, she thought. Lorna was dead. Her car had gone off the bridge three years ago, and while the body was never found, no one could survived that fall.

Liv noticed the woman eyeing her with interest. “I’m Gerri Wilder.” She gave Liv her hand to shake. “Owner of the Paranormal Dating Agency.” Liv gave her the clean hand she hadn’t used to eat. The last thing she wanted was to cover the poor woman in chocolate. “Nice to meet you, Gerri. I’m Alivia Vela, but please, call me Liv.” “Do you mind if I sit down?” Gerri asked, her look more intense by the second.

I then shifted my gaze, panning over the indoor seating area, seeing if I could pick out the faces I'm supposed to be spending the night with but having no luck, I walked over to a host standing behind the podium. "Bienvenue à La Beauté de la Vie. Reservations for who?" The woman asked, passing me a smile before looking down at the booklet in front of her. "Bonsoir, merci. I'm with the Thompson party," I answered, rolling the material of my dress in between my fingers as I watched her scan the paper for his name. "Ah, yes. Miss Daniels?" she looked up, waiting for confirmation to which I nodded.