Vivian Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lance told her with a disappointed gaze. “Don’t you know that the harm caused by our loved ones is more devastating?” Vivian answered impudently. Her tone was different as she was no longer the timid Vivian that Lance knew. The softness in her eyes was gone; replaced by fiery eyes thirsting for blood. “You said you loved me.” Lance said, trying to use her words against her. “Love is nothing but a painful feeling. It blinds us to our goals in life and I don't want to regret having not killed you, Daniel Cortez.” Vivian replied. “I joined NBCI for that purpose and I will fulfill it for my sister’s sake.”

The screams and murmurs still continued, two teachers had to come into the cafeteria to caution everyone. "Who is he?." I inquire immediately I and Suzy went back to our seat. "His name is Negan Carter." She says with a huge grin on. "Oh, ok." "He came to this school last week, every girls in this school haven't been themselves ever since then." "Really?." "Yeah. He is cute, isn't he?." Suzy says with her palms on her cheeks obviously daydreaming. "Yeah he is." I replied and glance at him. He's seated alone eating his meal, gosh I love the way his lips are moving.

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.”

"Vivian, please listen to me. It's not what it looks like. I swear, I was just...just trying to..." But Vivian wasn't interested in hearing Ivy's excuses. She turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Ivy and her lover behind. Vivian's heart was heavy with sorrow and anger, and she knew that things would never be the same again. Vivian's eyes blurred with tears as she drove away from Ivy's house, her mind reeling with emotions. She felt disgusted and betrayed by Ivy's infidelity, but more than that, she felt ashamed of herself. She had been so blinded by her desires and ambitions that she had made terrible decisions, hurt the people she loved, and lost sight of what truly mattered.

Vivian POV The streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.

When she stopped talking, Terry asked, “Vivian, before Liliana, you used to be in the first place, so does that mean you tried to sabotage the person who had come 2nd and 3rd?” Vivian stared at him wide-eyed. “What nonsense are you speaking? I didn't even know them. I was just trying to do my best.” Terry asked, “You realize that’s just what Liliana did, right? She was trying to do her best and did not know you. She did not owe you anything.” Vivian sneered, “I was the heir of Stone Group.”

​I AM WAITING FOR YOU AT THE CAPITAL. ​The phrase hung in the frozen, ozone-heavy air like a death sentence to her previous memories. Vivian’s fingers hovered over the glistening biometric receptor tray, still wet with her own lineage blood. Her mind, usually a hyper-calculating engine of perfect future foresight, suffered a violent, structural shock. In her past life, she had built her entire identity on being the tragic, vengeful orphan—the girl who survived the systematic eradication of her family line to eventually tear down the corrupt local lords who had stolen her name. She had lived, suffered, and died believing her father was a martyr of industrial progress.

Kayson understood what she meant and told her, “Stop thinking about the past. Since the danger has been resolved, it’s more important to keep looking forward.” Vivian beamed radiantly. “You’re right. I just feel rather emotional. It’s like losing two years of your life, don’t you think?” “Don’t be too sad about it. Those people will pay for it. Grandpa Zidane won’t let them off the hook.” “My grandpa treats me the best.” Vivian nodded. The two of them chatted while they waited for the food to be served. Vivian was actually an optimistic girl. She was 21 years old and she was supposed to be in university, but she had wasted two years because of the Soul-silencing Curse.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

{Third person's pov} "Liam!" Alan said and suddenly Liam hugged Alan, "Dude you don't even know how much I missed you." Liam said and broke the hug, Alan stared at him blankly and before he could say anything Alan found Liam looking behind him, he turned around just to witness Liam staring at Hazel. Hazel stood there frozen, Now when she was moving on in life there stood her past, Liam, her ex fiancé. "What is she doing here?" Liam looked at Alan and then made his way towards Hazel.