Caitlyn X Vi Novels & Stories

Xena suggests, and bless her soul because that's the most logical explanation I've come to about this whole revenge ex girlfriend matter. I don't like him being around his ex but Caelum said he can't love again, he will never love me and I'm guessing he won't love her either, she's not going to steal my husband, she's incapable of this and I trust my husband. I hastily open my phone, as if forgetting what she looks like and I look her up on I*******m, I followed her through a fake page since she's private on I*******m. I scroll her profile, there's a few new pictures on it, pictures of some kids, and on the next one it's her and Emelia at some park, sitting on a swing with their legs crossed

The big screen in the hall displayed several images of different people with all sorts of weird looks and forms. He pressed another button and the image of a particular girl expanded till it covered the other images. Her eyeballs are completely white it looks like she can't see a thing. " Meet Blind Bat, She's been blind from birth and was abandoned on the streets when the virus broke out. My scavenging team found her half dead on the streets and she was brought to me. She can't see with her eyes, but trust me, She knows all that happens around her through vibrations. Plus, she makes some silent noise like bats that makes her detect when there's an obstacle or object blocking her" he explain

I inquired, noting the shift in his facial expression. He hesitated for a second before replying, "An old acquaintance, Caitlyn Laurent, is proposing a collaboration on the upcoming art wing." Caitlyn Laurent—a renowned art curator and, as whispered in certain circles, one of Xavier's former flames. Feigning nonchalance, I replied."That sounds like a significant opportunity." Xavier nodded, but his gaze searched mine, perhaps seeking a reaction I refused to display. The days that followed were a test of my patience. Caitlyn arrived with an air of sophistication that turned heads and commanded attention. Her interactions with Xavier were professional, yet I couldn't help but feel strange.

Aiden took several steps out to the center of the circle, and slowly looked around, surveying them all. “My fellow beings,” Aiden began formally, “it brings me great honor to introduce a new member of our coven. You will do your best to make her feel at home here. She is one of us now. Everyone, meet Caitlin Paine.” Caitlin never did well in the spotlight, and she was embarrassed by all the attention. She was even more embarrassed to see all of the vampires slowly and formally bow their heads towards her. Suddenly, Caitlin felt something brush up against her leg, and she looked down and was embarrassed to see Rose interrupting, stepping into the circle, and yelping.

Even though Leah hated Jasmine, she had never once seen Jasmine reply to her words, let alone play rudely like what they said. Anya whispered to Leah. "Ask the security guard for CCTV. Lorensius deliberately installed CCTV here. It's just that no one knows so they can get away with it." No one heard what the two of them said except for Jasmine, who was still in Anya's arms. Anya deliberately walked past them while saying. "It turns out there are lots of caterpillars here that make our bodies itchy. Oh, just wait, Lorensius will throw away these disgusting caterpillars."

I felt my breath catch, my chest tightening, as his gaze burned into me. “Oh… " It’s you again,” he said, his tone casual but dismissive, like I was some minor inconvenience he didn’t have time for. “Oh… " It’s me,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to meet his eyes. The barista nodded toward him. “There. That’s the man you need. The only one who can take you to Blackthorn. Meet Cairos… Cairos Veylan, the mayor’s son.” Cairos paused mid-step, his eyes flicking toward the barista, then back to me. Cold. Intense. Unyielding.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

Xavier: Steam still curled faintly from the bathroom when I stepped out. Valerie sat by the edge of the bed, a towel draped over her shoulders, her hair still damp, the soft ends brushing against her bare arms. She wore light denim shorts and a pale crop top that left her skin showing for my eyes to admire, and for a heartbeat, all I could think about was how normal she looked. Not the Luna. Not the woman who challenged me. Just… her. My Valerie. My woman.

And there, seated before it, her back to her, playing, was Violet. She was in the middle of a song, and Caitlin stood and listened, not wanting to interrupt her. It was the most beautiful—and darkest—music that Caitlin had ever heard. It was mesmerizing, haunting. It was the sound of death coming, and yet of new life being reborn at the same time. Caitlin felt it go through every bone in her body. It went on for she didn't know how long, and then finally, dramatically, it ended. Violet slowly turned and faced Caitlin, standing. She was exactly as Caitlin had remembered: tall, aloof, proud, and beautiful.

After a long pause, a groggy voice said: “Caitlin. I was wondering when you would call.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “For storming out like that. You were just trying to help me. I realize that. But when you talked about stopping Scarlet…well… I couldn’t hear it. I still can’t. I won’t entertain the idea of stopping her. Never. I’d rather kill myself first.” There was a long silence on the other end. “I think I’ve found another way,” she added. “Tell me.” “Have you heard of Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres?” she asked, hoping, praying, that he had.