Romans & histoires Vivian Wong Yu-gi-oh

“He’s too emotional? Yes. A little intense? Definitely. But still, he’s very handsome.” I shook my head, walking back to the counter. “Vivian.” “He cried over a ring you made,” she continued, unfazed. “That’s either a green flag or a romance novel waiting to happen.” “Or just grief,” I said calmly. She leaned against the table, studying me. “So. Does he pass your standards?” I snorted. “I don’t have standards. I have peace.” Vivian laughed, then tilted her head thoughtfully. “You know… he kind of reminds me of Uno.”

"Hello?" Vivian’s voice drips with pure smugness through the line. "Rapha, do you honestly think your rogue body can overshadow Amara with just an empty marriage title? Keep dreaming in your dirty den! Amara has just made a powerful, deadly comeback in the city, and his wolf is completely unstoppable now. Get ready to crash and burn into the dirt—this time, your name is going down for good!" With that final bark, Vivian hangs up the phone.

Vivian's lips bent into a little grin. “From now on,” I will be playing my game”, she said. Matteo watched her carefully. “What game?” He asked. Vivian's eyes grew somewhat darker. “The game that will make Betsy suffer”, she said. Matteo's facial expression shifted right away. Vivian kept on talking. “And while she suffers,” she continued, “I will also take back what is mine.” Matteo furrowed his brow. “And what precisely is yours?

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

I raised a fist in the air to silence the room. "Look closely at who you're aiming the knife at." The lady scratched her cheeks because of uneasiness as all eyes were laid on her. The tensed slowly crowd calmed down as they realized the person they are looking at. "...Who are you? I never knew a person like you existed." The lady was taken aback by Diego's remark. Her reaction was immediately replaced with a regretful smile as she replied, "Of course you wouldn't. I am the abandoned child of the emperor after all. Victoria Nightingale Teravania, daughter of Empress Catherine."

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Dewangga lied, trying to steady his shortening breath. Davian glanced at him briefly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “Remember, you’re my companion tonight. Not Vivian. Focus.” Dewangga turned toward the main table, where Vivian sat beside her mother. She wore a stunning emerald gown, her face calm as if the storm that had struck her days ago had been nothing but a passing nightmare. But when their eyes met for a fleeting moment, Vivian gave a subtle signal—a small nod, almost imperceptible. It was the cue.

Vivian twirled the broken shard of wood in her hands. Jojo’s blood stained the jagged tip. On the floor before her lay a pile of dust; all that was left of her former friend. She was furious. How dare Jojo think she could kick Vivian out of the gang? Vivian had been the undisputed queen of the cheerleaders when she was alive and she sure as hell intended to be queen of them now she was a vampire! She’d kill every last one of them before she got demoted from the cool gang.

He shouted. "You're fun to irritate." "Go die!" "Maybe, it was makeup? So, why don't you say hi to each other?" "I'm Aoi Hiomi, your brother-in-law," "Hello, I'm Vivian." "Yeah whatever," 'He is short-tempered but cute!' Vivian smiled. "How old are you?" Vivian asked "Twenty." "I got a cute little brother!" Vivian petted his head but he moved away. "Don't touch me!"

The girl's ponytail swayed as she turned around, seemingly having heard the sound. She was indeed very beautiful, with a mix of innocence and allure that was hard to define. The girl bent over in a bow, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm Vivian Murphy, the deputy chief of Dragon Alliance's Earthen Hall. I've met the Dragon Lord before." If they weren't outside, Vivian would probably have already kneeled down. "So, you're Vivian? It seems you've come a bit early."