Vivi Post Timeskip Novels & Stories

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, before he carried her to the shower where they went again—slow this time, water cascading over their joined bodies. That night, Vivi started Piece Thirty. It took her four focused days, working in the afternoons while Asher was at practice. The canvas explored intertwined fingers and golden light breaking through. Most evenings, he returned to her, hungry and affectionate, their bodies finding each other again and again. A week before the championship finals, fresh tension arrived. An email from the university alumni board reached Vivi. They wanted to feature her series in a larger showcase, but only if she agreed to a public interview a

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. Eve quickly leaned closer and gave me a sip of water. "Don’t speak, just eat.” Her face was pale, but she forced a gentle smile. I looked up at her and whispered, "Eve, you’re alive. I’m so glad." She nodded, tears in her eyes, and tore off another piece of meat, pressing it to my lips. I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head frantically. Eve’s gaze was firm. "Emma, you need to stay alive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive."

It was the speed and precision like someone had pressed a fucking button and decided today was the day our lives got set on fire. I swiped through everything again, slower this time and that’s when I saw it. The timestamps. My brows pulled together. Most posts were clustered within minutes of each other. But a few stood out which were the earlier ones. Seeds planted before the explosion. Before the match even started. “Who the fuck…” I muttered under my breath. I opened another thread, then another and it was the same pattern and then I saw something that made my entire body go cold. A repost chain tracing back to a private account which was not verified or obvious but connected through shar

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The halls are dark, the only sound the hum of the vending machines. I plug in the flash drive. A single folder appears: GENESIS_PROTOTYPE_02 My fingers hover over the mouse, trembling. I click it open. Dozens of video files pop up. Each one labeled by date — years ago. The first one is titled Subject L.V. — Initial Testing. I click play. The screen flickers, then shows a sterile white room. A little girl sits on a hospital bed, her hair in messy pigtails, a stuffed bear in her hands.

Undeterred, Vivian shifted her attention to Louis, scrolling through the list of people interacting with his posts, her eyes scanning for any trace of Vanessa. When she stumbled upon Vanessa’s social media account, Vivian’s patience was put to the test. She scrutinized posts spanning several years, her determination unwavering, until her eyes landed on a post from three years ago. The caption read: “Farewell to my beautiful sister, Lucy Hart.”

“It’s like 6 A.M here...I think we’re turning in. Charlotte and Livy passed out right before you called us back, but we wanted to stay up.” “Skype me anytime, Ceen. I’m glad we got to talk to Vasha.” Liza waved, and Brody gave her bunny ears. Seeing their reflection in the smaller video chat box, Liza whirled around and cussed Brody out animatedly. Vasha choked on her laughter and I shook my head at them. ********************

Avery's POV I found it on a Thursday morning at seven forty-three because my phone buzzed with a notification from a campus group I had been added to months ago and had never bothered to leave. Someone had shared a post with a short caption. Stripper or Cheerleader? and underneath it was a video clip. I tapped play. The first two seconds were the stage. My stage. The lighting of the Velvet Underground at performance level, the warm amber the venue used during sets, recognisable to anyone who had been there more than once.

“Dear diary. How can I get away with murder because I might be killing Aiden soon. He brought out his leg and made me trip and fall in the cafeteria. After all that, he decided to mock me and call me clumsy. I was hot with rage and embarrassment. Jason was also there. I wished the grounds could swallow me up.” The following page was about this family trip she went on with her parents a week before college. They went to Bali. It was such a beautiful sight, and her mum never stopped talking about it for months. The flashback made Clara miss her parents again and the bond they shared. Especially her dad, this whole marriage thing has caused so much drift and turbulence. Clara kept flipping thro

Liking me, yet targeting me everywhere? "Of course. Otherwise, how would I have given birth to our baby, Iris Cole?" Her reply was absolute and without hesitation. After a short pause, future Veronica sent another message. "Hubby, something is wrong with my phone. The time looks strange. The messages you sent are showing as 2025." The moment I saw that, I knew she had discovered the time discrepancy on her end as well. We were talking across five years. "The timestamp isn't wrong. I am Andrew from 2025. It looks like we are communicating across time."