Vivi Post Timeskip Novels & Stories

Victor was worried about Vivie. He was close to conquering her with Skylar's help but after she came back inside. She was a completely different person. She was ignoring him even when he was standing right before her while she dressed Skylar and did her hair. He watched her closely and he was impressed with her. She was young, full of life but mature. She wasn't Skylar's biological mother but the way she was talking to her and coaxing her to listen to her made him smile.

“Need my lawyer. Can’t scribble it on a napkin.” My phone: “Remote access. Deleting. 5 minutes.” Five minutes. Almost done. “While we wait,” Vivian pulled up a video, turned on sound. “Let’s watch together.” My voice came through the speakers. Adrian’s moan. Wet sounds of skin on skin. My stomach twisted hearing it played back like this. Adrian’s face went red but he didn’t look away. Neither did I. “This one’s my favorite,” Vivian said. “So desperate.”

I answer her and she draws her lips together in a thin line before scratching the nape of her neck and looking away to avoid eye contact. “If I am right, you are secretly making preparations to get accepted into a modeling agency at Orion, right?” I throw the question at her and her jaw drops. “How the hell did you know that?” She gets defensive all of a sudden and I scoff because it is just typical of Vivian to get defensive when she is caught red-handed “How much more proof do you need to know that I have lived the past one year before?” I ask her starting to get impatient. “It means there is a huge possibility that this whole-time travel thing came with superpowers,” Vee mumbles and I his

Chapter Two The first time I saw the video, I thought it was a joke. I had been scrolling through my phone while half-asleep, sipping lukewarm coffee from the counter in my kitchen. The timestamp flashed 12:03 a.m., and the title in bold letters caught my eye: Live Now: Lila Monroe. At first, I smirked. Typical Lila. Midnight livestreams, cryptic posts, and dramatic texts were her thing. She thrived on attention. That’s why I called her my best friend, even though sometimes I hated how easily she drew the spotlight away from everyone else.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

"This is moving faster than anything I've ever tried to contain." "Do we know who posted it?" Alaric asked, voice rough with exhaustion, still in yesterday's shirt. "The account's brand new," Priya said. "Created four hours before the clip went up. No followers, no history, nothing to trace it to a real person through the platform itself." She glanced at him. "But whoever set it up knew exactly what thirty seconds to pull out of a much longer recording, which means they didn't just have access. They understood exactly how to weaponize it."

The video was already playing again, even though I didn’t remember clicking replay. It was everywhere. From T*****r to I*******m and even tiktok, I just couldn’t get enough. Someone had even clipped it and posted it on YouTube. Someone else had reposted it with subtitles. Someone else had slowed it down. Someone else had zoomed in. Every content creator did their own part in contributing to having millions of people watch my life fall apart.

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“Forced arbitration against Cross Pharma. Full announcement.” Vivian whistles low. “You want war in the middle of their photo op?” “Exactly.” There’s a pause. “That’s… bold.” “Time the release for eight-thirty tomorrow night. Not a minute before. Send it from Ashen’s official channels.” I hear her typing. “You’re planning to make a scene without actually being in the scene.” “Oh, I’ll be in the scene,” I say. “Just… not the way they think.” Vivian’s sigh is low but audible. “I assume this is connected to the shiny invitation you just got?”

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'