Vita Carnis Novels & Stories

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

That woman was unbearable and she did not even respect her as a grand-mother since she was aware of her horrendous personality, yet she still did not wish death upon her and for someone like Cynthia, who was so loved by her, ending up as the one wishing death the most upon her was ironic. No wonder Cynthia did not want to have anything to do with Carson each time the two of them met, it turned out Cynthia did not hate the man because she had hurt Vian, but she was scared because he knew what she did. Vian sat down as she tried her best to comprehend everything. Her head was throbbing as things kept on happening one after the other continuously in her life. The year had been quite strange and

And somewhere in the chaos… “She’s HERE! Clear the damn path, she might be pregnant!” I turned—just in time to see Carrotina, (Kala named her) the sassiest of the vegetable squad, part the crowd with her stubby orange arms like she owned the battlefield. Her leaves were curled in disgust, and behind her rolled a trail of talking produce: Mr. Yellow (still wearing a velvet cape), Broccolini (grumbling about iron deficiency), and a new addition—a smug beetroot named Beatrice, who was humming some kind of war song like she was about to get drafted.

Sara’s eyes lingered on her twin. Cara sat in the living room scrolling through her phone, hair perfectly styled, nails glossy, lashes long and flawless; everything about her screamed glamour… except for the wheelchair beneath her. Except for the bandaged leg that refused to let her stand. “My dear,” Margaret announced proudly, “I’m back… and I brought your sister.” Only then did Cara finally lift her gaze from the screen. Their eyes met. No smile. No tears. No rush forward.

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.

Sunvale was drowning in a credibility crisis, and their Vintara line was finally being recognized as the true organic innovation. "So what now?" she asked, turning to Christian. "How are you going to deal with Elise and Francesca?" Christian's expression shifted instantly, that familiar protective seriousness settling in. "That's not something you need to worry about," he said firmly. "You just focus on the baby, the Vintara launch party, and..." They both fell silent, the same thought hitting them at once. "And Grandpa's surgery," she finished, her voice losing all its earlier joy.

“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

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

“LetRed me page three, lemme know what's been going on so far.” Georgia flipped to page three. “As you know Valentina married Lucas Caruso in November,” she said, matter-of-fact. “No public announcement before, and just private ceremony with no family invited. She moved into Bellavista Hills shortly after. Valentina is currently involved in a campaign for children’s healthcare as an ambassador of the Vescari foundation but she was put on a paid leave few weeks ago after a scandal Alecia was involved in. Aisha, the current sitting CEO on seat asked me personally if you would attend the upcoming screening event, she sent an official invite yesterday.”