Vuong Phi Novels & Stories

“And the other?” Penny gave an inscrutable smile. “I’m very proud of myself for digging up this one. Of course, the way the library search system works, it can be hard to find something that doesn’t have the most obvious words in the title or abstract. This one is called, The Devil’s Disciples: The Rise and Fall of the de Montalt Family.” She beamed, but it took a few seconds for the significance to register. “They owned the original Belle Vue estate,” he said.

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

She swallowed and raised her eyes at him, her features anxious as she started speaking. Viso raised his brows seeing her expressions. "Mr D'Angelo. I don't think I can…I mean. Not at this moment but yes, I want to return the money. But I can pay you Fifty-Four thousand a year for three years. I will increase this amount after that…"

She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building. A man with a balding scalp and a trim beard appeared from somewhere underneath the counter, startling Natasha a little. "Hello! What can Mac's do for ya, today?" the man began in a spirited tone, inferring his name which was pinned in large bold letters outside the store's entrance. Natasha handed over the Life Cell. "Oh, a refill I see!" The store owner said, taking the Life Cell from Natasha and giving it a look, confirming it was nearly drained of power.

I cautiously creep towards the door. I turn the door handle and peek my head out the door. Low and behold, it was the vamp, Ethan. “ Hello, love. I’d like to speak to your father. My father sent me here to deal with some business between us, “ he says leaning on the door frame. I slam the door. He was dressed in a full blue suit. I was in unicorn pj’s! “ What is it? “ Joe asks concerned. “ Vampire. Ethan. “ I articulate.

Nega asked "I think there were five of them in total" Phil answered. "Alright" Nega said then almost immediately, Phil felt a ringing in his pocket. He checked his phone to see what it was and saw that fifty thousand dollars had been credited to his account. "Hmm" Phil uttered with a smirk "You really are a man of your word" he said, looking at Nega. "Now let me get to work" he said as he made his way back through the door. "Wait a sec" Nega said in haste

Trung with an expression of hateful rage I’d never seen before, every inch of his face screaming liar. Next to me, however, Kevin was turning the smooth, blank white tile over in his fingers. “How much is it? I’ve only got a couple of bucks . . . ” Mr. Trung bowed his head, exuding an air of regret. “Alas, someone gave me a down payment for it this morning. But you are wise, Master Kevin, for wishing to purchase it. You are an honorable young man, one worthy of owning the Sốphận.” Kevin nodded, frowning slightly as he continued to work the blank tiles with his fingers. “Right. Okay. Yeah, I figured. It looks pretty expensive. Stupid question, but you don’t have anything else like it . . . ?”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

Lam Tu Han apologetically called out softly, pulling out the small hand he was holding in his large hand: "Van Phi, I'm sorry..." "Tzu Han, why do you have to apologize to me?" Do Van Phi stopped thoughtfully at her question, he looked very calm at first, but no one knew how much panic he had in his heart. "Van Phi, my love is Lanh Phong, I still only love him, so I can't marry you." "I know" Do Van Phi lifted her face, gently said: "Didn't I say that? You give me time to forget him, no matter how long"