Yugioh Vivian Wong Novels & Stories

Things, people, trees, builds. Were all taken into the belly of the whirlpool created within the pillars. << Host! The world energy!>> Lily who sudden find herself with a invisible shield, couldn't help but stared panicking at Veronica. Her eyes widen in shock. " Veronica!" Her hands bangs on the shied that only revealed yellow light at the place been hit. " Veronica... You?" The blinding pink light flashes before her, a little cute chibi was standing before her with a smile. << The World energy is going to destroyed any moment...>>

Young master Chapter 49 "Hello, Uncle where is it?" William called out to Alberto, while entering Mose's palace. Alberto's two men who were guarding the door stiffened. "Master William is coming here," said Alberto's men. "Dorista, put on that maid outfit and stay in the room," Alberto Mose ordered. The woman nodded and ran into the room. The maid who was at the door also followed Dorista. Dorista Joni, a CEO of Lion enterprise who holds a grudge against Alberto. The woman had approached Alberto all along with the hope, that she would seize Alberto's power in Yuzong city.

3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0 "Always remember that the goal of this event is to prevent someone from dying, and whoever got the highest points... will be privileged to study in our school and get to open this mystery box sponsored by the Domina!" The speaker announced. I listened attentively while eating my ice cream that Eula gave. I was about to take another bite when a tennis ball passed my way, almost hitting my head. I gasped and look for Eula. "Eula? Eula?" I don't know but when I sense danger, Eula is always there. She's alw

“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.”

"Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

“Remember, Dewangga. Vivian only wants your power. But me… I want every part of you. Don’t choose the wrong side.” Dewangga left the room with weak legs. In the corridor, he crossed paths with Vivian, who was carrying a tablet containing the tender data. “Dewangga! Well? Did you find a loophole in Davian’s computer?” Vivian asked hopefully. “This is our last chance before the tender is submitted tomorrow.”

Celeste stepped closer, and Sera could smell her expensive perfume-something floral and cloying that probably cost more than Sera's monthly wages. "What's your name?" Celeste asked, her tone shifting to something more calculating. "Sera Blackwood, ma'am." "Sera." Celeste circled her slowly, like a predator assessing prey. "You're new here. Two weeks, is that right?" "Yes, ma'am." "And in those two weeks, you've decided to involve yourself in matters that are well above your station." Celeste stopped directly in front of her, forcing Sera to look up. "This garden belonged to the Alpha's first mate. It's deeply personal, deeply painful. What makes you think you have any right to touch it?"

"Elena… what are you saying? How… how could this be?" Victoria shrieked in horror. "Nonsense! This insane woman is speaking lies!" I ignored them and continued. "Twelve years ago, on that night in the forest, a boy was burned on his chest by Silver Flames protecting me. He bore a crescent-shaped scar." Liam's face went pale; he instinctively pressed his hand to his chest. "That boy was not Jacob," I stepped closer, my voice clear. "He was my mate, Liam. This is a mark etched upon the soul itself. Nothing can erase it."

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

Lian said quietly, his voice razor-sharp, “especially not someone so desperate for relevance.” A soft gasp rippled through the room. Vivian’s smirk twitched, but she held her ground. “So now you're playing the martyr? How noble.” “No,” Lian replied coolly. “I’m just not interested in dirtying my hands on someone who clearly lost before the game even started.” That hit her. Vivian’s cheeks flushed scarlet, but before she could retaliate, a commanding voice cut through the thick tension. “Vivian,” Cheng’s voice was like a blade—low, dangerous, unmistakable.