Vivi Anne Now Novels & Stories

After some uncharitable answers, Viler said, “Oh fuck you, Rob, she is not my assistant.” “She is my heir. She is my daughter, Anaya,” Viler shouted. A hush spread through the room. “I know many of you are confused and I will explain in simple words. YES, she is still alive. No, she never died.” There was not a single peep in the room. Viler remarked while extending his hand, “Come here Anaya.” Anaya approached her father and then moved carefully up to the stage. She looked so embarrassed. She dislikes the spotlights and suddenly there are hundreds of eyes on her, which made me chuckle.

I felt the hitch in his breath more than I heard it. I leaned in just enough. “You watched.” He didn’t answer. But his eyes went dark, pupils swallowing the gray. I walked away before I did something stupid. By evening, Vivian had sent me countless threatening messages, telling me to show up at the date and do the needful. So I reluctantly dressed up in a fitted black blazer over a white shirt with dark tailored trousers. Vivian had made my stylist send them over. Anne looked incredible. But not enough for me to feel butterflies or to make my heart race. She wore a tight red dress, hair loose, laughing at her own stories while she angled her phone for the perfect shot. “Smile, babe. This one

At only twenty years old, Vivienne looked incredibly fresh and cute tonight. The moment her feet touched the last stair, a deep voice far too familiar immediately broke the silence. “Where are you going, Vivienne?” Dominic asked coldly. The man sat on the long sofa in the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. However, Vivienne’s attention shifted instead to the middle-aged woman with a gentle face sitting beside Dominic. Ana Thorne, her mother-in-law, had suddenly come to visit tonight. The moment Ana saw her daughter-in-law walking down, her eyes lit up warmly. “Oh my goodness, Vivienne dear... you look so beautiful tonight. Where are you going, sweetheart?”

Melanie said "Come on" Annabella laughed "So,how old are you?" Melanie asked when they got to the car "Twenty" Annabella replied "Awwwn,I will be twenty on my coming birthday,let's be friends Annabella" Melanie pouted "Sure,I will love to" Annabella said •••• Wright was playing a video game alone in the game room,it was totally boring but he had no plan of going out today. Suddenly his phone rang and he took it,a call from a strange number but he answered

If Sarah could find the spare key laying in here, she was certain that other people would be able to find it too! However, would Ron enter the house? Why would he enter? Her hypothesis could not really make sense, so she stopped speculating. Anne rested a few days and returned to the Marwood Group the next morning. She already knew that she had become famous. The search term 'Anne Vallois' had been trending on the internet for a few days. However, the people who made it into working in a big corporation were all very slick with their interpersonal skills. They all pretended that nothing had happened.

'Did you go somewhere far away? 'I'm in Venice right now,' Vivi replied. 'Have you moved to Venice?' Lucas asked. 'No, I didn't. I just went on vacation.' Vivi wasn't lying to Lucas, she was just being dishonest with her answer. Because apart from vacationing, her main reason for going to Venice was to honeymoon with Darren. She just couldn't tell Lucas because it would be a shock for him to know that she was married when her divorce was only finalized about a month ago.

Vivian's smile faltered, her eyes darting to mine before returning to Kian's back. "She is my little girl in he mansion ," she said, her voice cheerful. Kian's body stiffened, his gaze snapping back to life. "Who?" he demanded, his voice cold. Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Kian's. "Annie" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's been working here since she was seven, she told me grandfather raised her.” Kian's expression transformed, his eyed filled with confusion.

After accompanying Zariah through the physical therapy, Callan heard his phone buzzing in his pocket. "Give me a minute." Callan helped Zariah lie down and turned to the balcony to answer the phone. It was Savannah who was calling. Today was Anne's first birthday. The best banquet hall of the Capital Hotel had been cleared, waiting for those rich, powerful families in the city to come to attend the little princess's birthday party and witness the beginning of what was to be an extraordinary life.

Vivienne was happy to be coming for the weekend. Vivienne was studying at the University of Virginia. She had gotten a sixty percent scholarship. However,the remaining forty percent of her tuition was still a lot for Roxanne, excluding allowances and textbooks. Now Vivi was coming. She still hadn't told her of the new job. This was a lot. Roxanne got out of bed after her call with Vivi. She took a quick shower and began to pack her things to go back to her apartment which was now a mess from the previous night's attack. There was no way she was going to bring Vivi to Jaxon's house.

Never grow up and fall in love and have children of her own. I looked at Vivianne. Her face was blank now. Shuttered. She was preparing herself for what came next. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded. I pushed open the door. The morgue was cold. Sterile. It smelled like chemicals and death. Annalise was on a table in the center of the room, covered with a white sheet. Her blonde hair was visible at the top. Perfect even in death. Vivianne made a sound. Something between a gasp and a sob. She moved forward like she was walking through water. Slow. Reluctant. Knowing that once she saw her daughter's face, it would all be real.