روايات وقصص ضمن Vita Carnis

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

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."

That woman had just turned off his phone in the middle of him speaking! "Damn it! Vivienne!" Tristan rampaged hysterically, hitting his car dashboard repeatedly until it vibrated. Passion, curiosity, and anger were now mixed into one, making the crown prince of the Vance clan truly lose control over himself just because of a plump woman named Vivienne.

The newcomer closed the door and approached his boss, who was still standing in front of the large window of the tall office, now next to him, with his hands folded at his back. "What've you got?" Settling back, now looking through the window in unison with his boss, the cab driver replied: "The Bastidas husband and wife had to get married to claim a probate inheritance." Daniel wrinkled his eyebrows and cocked his head, just a slight movement, as if he wanted to look at him questioningly without doing it. The cab driver nodded in agreement with him, the information was surprising, so he continued: "Miss Carla, officially her name is Carla Davison, not Davis, since she is the daughter of an

“That’s Vescari. Old East Coast blood. You don’t get their crest unless you’re family, and you don’t touch their family unless you have a death wish.” Wilson looked at the cuff links in his hand. “Find me her full name.” It took twenty minutes. Vivian Vescari. Only daughter of Alessio Vescari. Heiress to one of the most feared families on the East Coast. Left home at twenty and lived under her mother’s old surname. Wilson read the file once. Then again. For six years, he had let his friends call her clingy, dramatic, helpless. He had told himself she had nowhere else to go. He had believed she stayed because she needed him.

If any woman even dared to compare herself to Aira she should at least not be a drug addict and have some kind of degree and a career that she wasn’t getting from riding on her ‘Daddy’s’ Coattail. But the notion seemed to escape Carla’s understanding because the woman looked at him as if he was an idiot. Vincent continued walking not sparing her a single word or glance. She was already wasting his time and he needed to finish early today to get back home to Aira. He really wanted to see her today. Looking down at his phone and wondering who had been sending messages to him before the meeting he was surprised to see Carter’s name on the screen. At first, he thought that it would be another on

Carissa's voice broke the silence, feeling she had convinced Maricela. "Miss Carissa, may I ask why I should target the most promising talent in our company? If I partner with someone like you, I'm afraid that one day I'll be betrayed and still have to help you count the profits!" Maricela quickly realized that the person standing in front of her was Carissa – someone she found even more distasteful than Kathy. Despite feeling a sense of satisfaction over the incident where she had colluded with the media to tarnish Kathy's reputation, Maricela was not oblivious to the fact that individuals who acted without any moral boundaries were likely to betray their colleagues. While she took pride in

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

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.