Vivian Fate Novels & Stories

"Bayou's problem isn't just Nidora in the north. It's also the internal struggle between the old and new factions. Right now, your people are fighting to survive. You shouldn't be clinging to love. "If fate has placed this great burden on you, do you truly wish to spend your life chasing after one man? "If you do, Vivian, the one you're letting down isn't just your master, but it's also the past version of yourself, the one who trained tirelessly in the art of poison, determined to become the greatest of all." Vivian let out a chuckle. "For a moment, I almost wavered," she said. "But who says women must chase after men? One day, I'll make you follow me willingly back to Bayou."

"Yes, very handsome!" Geez, this must be fate. Vivian looked at the photo for a longer time. He was the same man she had met that time!

I wasn’t going to need help finding my vampire mate after all. **************************************************************************** Thank you to all of my readers! If you enjoyed the preview chapters for book 2, you can find the latest updates for it here on Goodnovel. Fated: The First is book 2 in the fated series!

They couldn't make me miss out on finally killing my enemy because they were some type of sluggish idiots. The call came in after a few hours. That had been found and there was no trace of Vivian. I hissed through my teeth at the news. The witch has managed to slip though my fingers yet again. "Come on, move this car!" I shouted at the driver immediately I got into the car. It was time to go watch an execution. It wasn't going to cure my taste for Vivian's blood but it was going to sustain me for a while until I get the chance to get her again and it had better come quicker than expected or I was going to finally lose my mind.

The person wore a black mask. "Revenge, huh... but it's not mine and not my responsibility," I murmured, recalling Edvans' memories. Prince Edvans truly cursed the betrayal he experienced, but unfortunately, he was betrayed due to his own naivety. He was killed, and his body was randomly teleported and ended up in the Castalla Forest. His body was likely regenerated by the god and filled with my current soul. Our memories and destinies have become intertwined. "It seems I need to come up with a plan starting now," I murmured with a sigh.

"You look remarkably beautiful, even when covered in the ashes of the Vance empire." Vivian stood at the threshold, her petite five-foot frame anchoring the space despite her torn, soot-stained cashmere sweater. Her signature pride burned bright in her dark eyes, her soft, plus-size curves tense beneath the fabric as she ignored the offered drink. In her sleeve, the hidden weight of Dominic’s stolen satellite phone pressed against her skin—her secret weapon, her only leverage. "Let's skip the corporate pleasantries, Julian," Vivian fired back, her voice carrying an unyielding inner fire. "You hijacked the transport. You threatened to let Dominic bleed out in the garage. What do you want?"

"You were... you were that little girl." ​Neither of them spoke. Long before business, betrayal, or an arranged marriage had forced them together, their paths had already crossed. They just hadn't remembered—until now. ​Just then, Vivian’s phone rang again. She answered it immediately, her expression turning dead serious. "What?" she demanded, standing up abruptly. "When? ...I'll be there." ​She ended the call, and Dizer’s heart tightened at the shift in energy. "What happened?" ​Vivian looked from Dizer to Liam, her voice dropping to a tense whisper. "Our people followed Richard Moretti."

Vivian wasn't just a participant; she was the director, the writer, and the lead troll. "So she's not just a stalker, she's a sociopath?" "God, even a jumbo-sized trash bag can't hold this much garbage." "How do you attack the legal wife while playing the victim? Does she live in a different reality?" Inside her bedroom, Vivian watched her follower count go into a freefall. Ten thousand. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand gone in an hour. This made her feel an unprecedented sense of dread and panic. She didn't care about the followers. She cared about Mortimer.

It was karma working overtime in the most delicious way possible. Three years ago, Vivian had been exactly where Liz was now; smiling to my face while doing everything in her power to destroy my reputation and clear her path to Killian. And now, the very monsters Vivian had chosen as her inner circle were dissecting her behind her back, turning her into a joke. She wasn’t surrounded by friends. She was surrounded by sharks. And I had just caught the venom on camera. I wasn't going to use it yet. Information was currency.

"How? What is she doing here? That woman is like a curse that won't die." Vivian muttered under her breath. She'd planned to use the celebration to introduce Adrian to her parents and lock down the alliance. If her father found out Adrian had a mistress, the deal would fall apart. She couldn't let that happen. She took a sip of wine, then suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. "Adrian... I—I don't feel well." Adrian rushed to her side. "Vivian! What's wrong?"