Vivian Fate Novels & Stories

Her phone buzzed again — same anonymous sender. This time, a single line of text. > You might want to watch who sits next to whom. Vivian frowned thinly. She closed her laptop and turned off the light. In the reflection on the darkened window, she could see her own faint frown. There was a story building — something bigger than Seraphina’s games and Serena's stumble. Something about the way Lucian Vale moved when his empire was questioned. Vivian had covered his rise once. Now, maybe she’d get to write about his fall. And if she played this right — she might even get to profit from it.

He quickly caught up with her and hugged her waist. Vivian downed her fifth wine, eyes rolling 360 degree searching for a familiar figure she could never get tired of. After hearing about Cara's marriage to Damien Zoric, the CEO and heir to the Zoric conglomerate, she had development a more intense hatred for her supposed sister.

Pearl doesn’t even remember anything about our mother. Even after the Fated Plague took away the possibility of finding a fated mate, I still believed in true love, and I found mine. We barely had time to experience our own love story, but now, the Moon Goddess is granting werewolves fated mates again. Sure, I was ecstatic for Daya, our oldest sister, when she found Darius. The five of us worked so hard to ensure that they fought for their bond instead of running from it. Daya was so scared to accept Darius for fear that they would lose each other to the plague. She overcame that fear and I have never seen her happier.

Leo sneered, "Who's next?” Vivian was a force to be reckoned with, taking down guards with the ease of an experienced fighter. She was fueled by her desire to please Alice and regain her trust, driven by the hope of forgiveness for her past mistakes. With a fierce determination, she felled guards with ease, her claws sinking into flesh, tearing out eyes, dislodging arms, and punching holes through chests. By the time she was done, she had cleared a path through to an empty corridor.

But then she stopped laughing and took a good look at herself once again. "I, Alissa Evans, was the lead fashion designers for the Paris Fashion Week and within a single moment my job was snatched away from me." She looked in her own eyes through her reflection. "Who would do this to me? Why would anyone do this to me?" She pondered over all the doubts that came to her mind. "Did the person who just call me, actually know about the accident? How much does he know?" All the questions kept hovering over her mind. "And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?"

“It’s not! The girl did exist. They met at the university and fell in love at a party. Very romantic. But then. No one knows. She just disappeared.” “Uh, he must be heartbroken.” “I guess so,” Patricia said, “and my point is Nathan Sadoc and our princess definitely not married for love.” “So, you mean, the interview is not going to work,” Julia asked with a deep frown. “I don’t know.” Patricia pouted, spreading her arms. “What do you think, Vivian?” Julia turned to look at me and asked, “Vivian? Vivian? Are you ok? You look pale.”

“But I’ll breathe before I throw something.” Vivian exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I’m doing my part. I’m risking my neck with Adrian. I’m smiling through his bullshit. But you want this to go faster? Then stop throwing me into fire without a damn plan.” Tasha looked between them. Then said quietly, “We need to figure out the Old Shit. Fast.” Jasper nodded. Vivian finally sat back down. “He got our friend, Jasper, one of my friends died helping me. I can't lose another one ” she said again, softer this time. “And if you don’t deal with Adrian soon, this all falls apart.”

Vivian’s POV The meeting ended on a high note, with everyone pleased at the progress attained. It was easy to forget that just a day ago, there had been a brutal fight right outside these doors, leading to the injury of their leader. Vivian was glaring at Valentine; it was all his fault, and she knew he had more planned. She thought of all the ways she could make him suffer.

It was the peak of Casandra’s triumph—and Vivian had decided it would also be the moment of her most horrifying downfall. “If I can’t be beautiful, then you don’t deserve to be either,” Vivian muttered, caressing the bottle of acid. She had lost everything—Bastian, wealth, reputation, and her future. To her, the only way to feel alive again was to witness the destruction of the woman she blamed for her suffering.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”