Novels by Vespera Grey

Elena pressed her back on the prison yard. It felt chilly and cold. The chain link fence made noises as the wind blew. All those shrill noises.The other inmates moved like wolves, waiting for her to show weakness. But she wouldn't. Cause she wasn't the girl who was dragged into this place soft and scared and small. But the weight of everything she'd been through hadn't been lifted.It still pressed into her. Adrian turning his back on her, Claire's lie and the little smirk of the wicked Vanessa every time their eyes met.Her fingers found the necklace again, the paintbrush pendant now warm from too much touching. She found herself always touching it. She should have let it go but that was the only thing she had left, and she hated herself for still holding on.The yard reeked of sweats. Why do prisons always smell sweaty? The concrete walls were baking under the sun. With voices that were cursing at each other and laughing. But it didn't sound like a real laugh. Carla sat with her p

Elena Hart sat down on her bunk with her legs crossed, and the rough blanket scratching her thighs. She'd been there for three weeks and it already felt like the cell had been swallowing her whole. The air was odd and uncomfortable with a bad smell from unwashed bodies, but she hardly noticed it anymore.Her fingers traced the edge of her sketch book, it was the only thing they left her with after stripping her of everything else. Did she even have possession of anything? Well – she did, her sanity and human rights.She hadn't made a sketch since the night Adrian's gray eyes turned cold and Vanessa's lie tore her life apart. The pencil felt foreign now and heavy with the weight of who she used to be.She was nineteen, but she felt old, her eyes were dull and she looked tattered. The paintbrush necklace was still hung around her neck, that was a memory she couldn't bring herself to remove.Every time she touched it, she saw him, his hands on her face and his voice promising her forever

Elena Hart held back her tears as the cell door shut. Oh, how desperately her eyes pleaded for tears. No one knew how much she wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. What she felt was more than tears just streaming down her face.Her heart hurt –or perhaps burned, she couldn't tell. It was like someone poured acid where her heart used to be.The prison reeked of iron and sweat, so thick it settled in her hair and clung to her clothes. Every breath made her chest ache, heavy and bitter, like the walls had been swallowing hope for decades.She stood in the middle of the cell, her wrist swollen from the bruise and cuff. To her, the weight of Adrian's silence was heavier than the concrete walls around her.She was just nineteen, yet she felt as though her life was over.The cell was small, it had a small space for a bunk, a sink, and a toilet that looked neglected. Her hand felt cold as she touched the paintbrush necklace Adrian had given her hours ago.It felt like a wicked joke to h

Elena Hart's hands trembled as she slipped out of the back door of her stepfamily’s house. She was breathing like someone who had a panic attack. At nineteen, she was already used to hiding from her stepmother, Lydia who always badmouthed her. She dodged her stepsister, Vanessa's glare. She knew Vanessa never liked her anyway. But fate wasn't on her side tonight as she was sneaking out.Though tonight wasn't about sneaking out or dodging her stepmom and Vanessa. It was about him. Adrian Cole. The only man who made her feel like she's worth it, like she's the same as every other random person out there. He saw her when every other person looked through her and assumed she was okay even when she wasn't.Adrian was the only person who understood her. That was why she never missed out on their little moments. She would go through any risk to be with him.She held her sketch-book, it is her one constant in the house that felt like a battlefield. While growing up, Elena had learnt how to st