Vivian Carter Novels & Stories

I sat very still. "Vivienne is in Boston. She moved last week. She's at her sister's. She's been in and out of an inpatient program for ten days. She called me at four o'clock this afternoon." "What did she want?" "To pass a message to you. She wants you to know two pieces. First, she is sorry, and she isn't asking for your forgiveness. Second, Carter scares her now. He has been calling her. She blocked him. He has been calling her sister."

Two armed guards stepped forward to haul Lady Vivian up from the timber boards where she had been pinned. Vivian thrashed violently against their grip, her hair tangled, her face streaked with dirt and tear tracks, her eyes wild with animalistic fury. "Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am?! My grandfather is Lord Montgomery Vance! You can't touch me—I am aristocracy!" She twisted her head, fixing her bloodshot, venomous gaze directly on **Dr. Edna Carlson**.

They were all crazy. Vivian declined being a godmother when I asked. She said she could not be trusted to be a secondary parent to any child at all. But she fiercely promised me that if anyone later hurt any of my children, she would kill whoever the motherfucker was. And, actually, I believed that. She already doted on Baby Ivano, which was what she preferred to call him whenever no one was around, especially Carl. I didn’t know when Vivian would get around to admitting she wanted a little Carl or a Little Vivian one day, but I hoped Baby Jack would help her get to it sooner than later.

Beside him sat Damian Carter—a man with sharp, observant eyes—and three other high-level investors. “Ah, the elusive Vivian Lancaster!” Damian exclaimed, standing up as I entered. He took my hand, his grip uncomfortably firm. “Lucian, I was beginning to think you were keeping her locked away in the West Wing. The rumors are true—you’ve become quite the protective jailer lately.”

I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she realized she'd been played. Once Vivian was out of sight, the manager cautiously approached me. "Are you... Mrs. Carter?" I glanced at her, amused by her sudden recognition. "Yes, I am." "I am so incredibly sorry!" she exclaimed, her professional composure wavering slightly. "I didn't recognize you at first. This could have been a huge mistake on my part. Please forgive me!" I could tell she was replaying the entire incident in her mind, scrutinizing it for any errors. Aidan was clearly their super VIP client, receiving preview catalogs even before items arrived in-store. He ordered at least three custom-made outfits each month, each v

Evelyn said with a smile. Thank you… Vivian said, she was very happy Evelyn thought it was okay. Okay enough about me… how's things on your end. Vivian asked taking a sip of her soda Well everything is okay except Rowan hasn't gotten enough information about the culprit. Evelyn said. Don't worry, Rowan is capable. I'm sure he will deliver. Hmm…. Do you know Abigail Carter? Vivian asked Abigail Carter….. the wife of the famous tycoon.. the one into textiles? Evelyn asked

Stace’s mother lovingly calls her a heartbreaker; society would call her a slut. “What’s the goss?” I ask, steering the conversation away from my new bartender “Remind me, Dear Lillian, why did I decide to become a schoolteacher to fucking teenagers!” “Rough day?” She nods, “We were never so bold like these kids.” She snorts, “Do you remember any of our classmates asking the teacher out?” I laugh, “There were a couple of hot teachers in our senior year, but I don’t think anyone had the guts to ask any of them out. How many numbers did you get?”

Although she knew that Edward would not give up on monitoring her, she was delighted to see it get destroyed. As she walked across the hallway, she stopped a waiter that brushed past her. She gave him a hundred dollar tip and said, “My name is Vivian Carraway. Please help me to send my regards to Jasmine and tell her that I have to go now. I'll come and personally thank her later.”

She took a seat and lifted one of her legs over the other. Vivian squinted her eyes at Vanessa who looked a bit familiar to her.. "Do I know you?" Vivian asked.. "Well I guess everyone does..I'm Vanessa nice to meet you miss Carter" Vivian frowned, wait! that name sounded a bit familiar.. "Vanessa? as in the popular tv actress and model who was recently shooed away from the entertainment industry" Vivian said with a mocking smile.. "Will you shut the f*ck up?! lora get this piece of sh*t to keep quiet!"

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I