Vivian Fate Novels & Stories

She'd stopped at nothing to steal everything from Elena—so they stripped away every shred of her dignity, leaving her humiliated and despised before all eyes. They spoke no words of vengeance. But every torment she'd inflicted on Elena, they returned to her tenfold. For five long years, Vivian clung to a miserable existence in endless shame and despair. Her once-delicate body withered under the weight of illness and bitterness. Lying in a crumbling storage room, staring up at the leaking roof, she replayed every choice she'd made—every life she'd destroyed—over and over. On a bitter winter night, she breathed her last.

Vivian looked down at our joined hands, a quiet, profound emotion rushing through her eyes. In her past lives, when she lived in the Gandallon pack, Vlad and Draven had treated her like an invisible shadow. They ignored her mind, stole her war maps, and showered all their attention on Sarafine, while treating Vivian like a useless outcast. They never appreciated how brilliant she truly was. They only saw her as someone to use and throw away into a dark cell. But here, standing in the dark warehouse with me, she was seen. She was celebrated. She was loved for her incredible mind, her quiet strength, and her sharp wit.

Antonio reaches for her, but she turns her back on him immaturely. "With all due respect, Katherine, Vivian will most likely not want you here. You are not a member of my pack, and I am not going to allow you to linger on my land, upsetting my mate," I told her. Vivian cried the entire afternoon after hearing about how her mother abandoned her. I don't care what the reasons were behind it—she still chose other things over her daughter. First it was drugs, and then a vampire lord. She never reached out or offered her any sort of assistance.

“And Blair? I know I have no right to ask this, but... could you find it in your heart to forgive a foolish old woman who should have protected you better? I should have loved you.” Blair looked at her, really looked at her. Vivian had lost everything, too. Her husband, her sense of reality. But she couldn’t see her as a victim. She would lose the name she had made for herself. When status had been so important. “I will forgive you, but I’ll never forget,” Blair said softly. Vivian broke down then, sobbing. Blair held her hand until the tears subsided. “What will you do now?” Vivian asked when she could speak again.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

“Your mother, however, was still alive when they pulled her from the wreckage. So was William. A couple of fake ambulances were all it took to take them away from the scene of the crash.” “Vivian, what did you do?” I gritted my teeth. “It was an amazing plan, actually,” Vivian laughed. “Two fake ambulances, the two people I hated the most in my life in them. Evander and his crew were fabulous EMTs that day.” “You are a fucking psycho!” I exclaimed. “You don’t even know the half of it,” Vivian smirked. “You see, when Evander brought them to me, I was thrilled. They both had a lot of injuries. Your mother’s injuries were more serious than William’s. So, I decided to kill her first.”

Vivian states. I remember when I ran into Kari and realized she was my mate. She is a beautiful girl, but there was no way I was going to give up on Emerald. Besides Emerald, her power and beauty are much more precious to have than Kari. I didn’t even feel bad about rejecting her. I know I broke her heart, but I don’t give a fuck. I am sure she will get a second chance, mate. I am sure I won’t, but I don’t care. I will have Emerald; she will be mine and Scott’s mate, and she will bear many children. Of course, that is all she will be used for besides her powers. Vivian walks over to me and kisses me. We are each other’s chosen mates. She rejected her true mate for Tyrone, but he c

JAKE POV. “Well, well, if it isn’t our superhero,” Vivian said with a wicked smirk, her arms folded like she had something to prove. I groaned, voice low and angry. “And what does that make you? A hoe? While your sister was burning, you were cuddling with her fiancé.” Vivian’s smile never wavered. “Oh, you mean… my husband?” I shook my head in disgust. No shame at all. None. How the hell was that even legal? Why would she marry her sister’s fiancé, pretending to have saved the day. And where the hell did Victoria even run to that day?

Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?” A series of questions caused Marina to become confused, her head began to hurt again, her mood had become depressed. B

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.