Vivian's Table Novels & Stories

To believe she was free. --- Evening – Dining Hall Vivian sat back at the head of the table, ivory shawl draped on her shoulders in cobweb folds. She filled her glass with wine daintily, her very narrow fingers struggling to close the glass. Eleanor is on Vivian's left. Harrison is on Vivian's right. Nathaniel was not there. And Leya. She arrived barefoot, hair drawn low, dress simple, eyes naked. Her stage was set. Vivian smiled up, the same stiffness repeating itself on her face that had seen hundreds before her fall six feet deep.

she whispered, pointing a shaking finger at the table, “this looks like it was prepared for a royal wedding. Not two people.” He stared at her for half a second, then laughed. A deep, easy laugh that made the room feel a little less intimidating. He tugged her closer, his hand settling at the small of her back. “Sit down, Lauren,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. He pulled out the chair beside his own and waited. When she sank into it, she felt like a child seated on a throne. He took his seat at the head of the table, looking perfectly at home. Vivian entered quietly, as if she had been waiting for permission. She began opening the dishes, one by one.

Vivian called. I settled Katie on one of the chairs, my attention briefly shifting to the table. The pots were neatly arranged, the plates set in perfect order. The annoying man had done this. I couldn’t help but wonder when he had the time. Vivian took her seat, and soon Alexander appeared, followed by Nathaniel, who sat beside her. The annoying man chose the chair right next to mine, and I had to stop myself from telling him to sit somewhere else. The table was full of empty chairs, but I swallowed my words.

Some scowled. I didn’t have to look far to find the reason why. Vivian sat at a table on the far side of the room, stirring her soup like it had personally offended her. It was odd to see her eating something from the building's café, considering. What our taste had once been like. Odd to see her still here, but not surprising either. I could only bet that the panel had decided that because she had so few skills. And she still had a tie to Bright Claw. It was best for her to stay in her position unless she got fired for direct violations, or rather future direct violations. Her eyes locked on mine for a moment, and I saw the rage boiling just beneath the surface.

Only then did she slap the tile against the table involuntarily and say in a dull tone, “Hand completed.” Someone screamed out in agony at once. Everyone around the table went deathly silent when they saw her tiles that were pushed over to reveal to the rest of her hand. Vivian could not conceal her excitement upon winning a huge bet like this. However, her excitement only lasted for a few seconds before it vanished. She stood up under their shocked gazes and said to Edward, “Mr. Levin, I have some matters to attend to. Sorry, I’m leaving.”

Vivienne muttered firmly as she stepped inside. She chose a table in a somewhat secluded corner, then ordered several dishes at once: a large plate of English breakfast with extra sausages, thick pancakes drenched in maple syrup, and a cup of hot chocolate piled high with marshmallows. The moment the food arrived, Vivienne immediately began spearing and scooping her meal eagerly, ignoring the stares from several other customers. For her, chewing was the best way to celebrate her victory over Alistair this morning.

“Dude’s got a freak memory. Probably knows everyone’s.” But Colton looked at Micah a second longer and thought yeah your probably right he does have freakish memory he probably remembers what I had for lunch last week, they all laughed including Micah. The study session buzzed with low conversation, rustling notes, and Ellise lecturing someone for using Comic Sans in their slide deck. Amelia sat on the couch, half-tuned out. Her iced lavender matcha sat on the coffee table in front of her—sweating slightly, condensation forming a neat ring around the cup.

Vivian was perched next to the empty chair meant for Elias, wearing a cream-colored expensive blouse, her hand resting on his seat like she’d already claimed it. Elias was at the stove. He’d put on a shirt, unfortunately, but he hadn’t buttoned the cuffs, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows, showing off those forearms that made my stomach clench. He didn’t look at me when I walked in. He kept his eyes on the eggs like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Coward. “Sloane,” Judith said, her voice dripping with that fake warmth. “You’re just in time. Vivian was telling us about her charity work.”

As soon as Ria took off all her clothes, Vivian cleared the empty bottles of wine on the table and sat Ria down on it, pulling her feet apart and spreading her legs, she dove her face between her thighs and started eating her pussy hungrily. Ria writhed on the table, moaning. Lucas nodded his head, good show but he still wasn’t satisfied. Vivian turned for a second to look at her master, she noticed his face remained unchanged, this was unlike him; he’d always loved seeing them come in each other’s mouths, what was so different about today?

It was crisp, professional, unmistakably familiar. I opened the door to find Vivian standing in the narrow hallway with a tray of food and an expression that could have frozen hell. She was dressed differently than I'd seen her before, sleek black pants and a fitted sweater that emphasized her curves, her hair loose around her shoulders instead of pulled back in its usual severe style. She looked beautiful, predatory, and absolutely furious. "I brought dinner," she said, pushing past me into the room without waiting for an invitation. Tony had stood up from the bed, “Did you get the stuff?"