Novel & Cerita A Forest Of Vanity And Valour

~Hale I look at her over the crystal decanter I drink from, her back turned to me as she busies herself at the other end of the room with a notepad and a pen. Glancing to my left, I see my friend admiring her with the same intent stare. “I hate the way you look at her,” I growl. Vaela, and all her mortality, has no conception of what powerful men like myself and Larsen are capable of doing to her. We are natural predators, existing for wicked purposes only.

“God, you are like an orchid… so beautiful.” Ava had always struggled with body issues. She’d had no idea how delicately she was made. The tidy secrets of her body were so different from his. There was no way he could hide his reaction to her, but she could hide hers from him, but only just. Somehow, she thought that was a good thing in the design of things. Women were far more vulnerable when it came to sex. She felt something when she shared her body with Federico. It was visceral, instinctive, and totally consuming.

Most of his men had been slaughtered. It could only be called a slaughter as some of his men looked as though they had been cleaved in half across the face or across the waist. No one of his men was alive apart from the two guards at the door. He knew had seen the face of the devil himself. He was lucky that his best men were out on mission otherwise his power would have been cut in half by a single man. He knew better than to test any guests who came calling. He was still an ant compared to his benefactor.

Or half-full, depending on how you looked at it. I reached for it and poured without measuring. The burn was familiar. Welcome. I poured another glass. My hand trembled slightly as I lifted the glass. Not from the alcohol, but from something else. From the way Carmela had looked at me when she'd said it. Like I was pathetic. Like I was broken. Like I was exactly what I was: a man trying to resurrect the dead through the living. I set the glass down. Pressed my palms flat against the desk to ground me.

"You know what Rita? Before now, I've been feeling a little bit guilty about my feelings for Stanley because he is married to you. I've been concerned about how you'll feel when he breaks up with you but now I've come to realize that Stanley was right all along. You don't worth my worry and neither do you deserve any of my pity." "You're nothing but a cruel, bittered and heartless individual. Your fight is to continue to stay with Stanley not because you love him but because of the fortune you're getting out of him." "I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves

Chapter 13 The right hand Fiorenza POV ​The air inside the Valeriano estate always tasted of old money and cold marble, a choking mix that gripped to the back of my throat long after midnight. Down here in the east wing, the shadows did not just rest against the walls, they seemed to breathe, curling around the heavy polish wood doors and the priceless art that Valeriano used to mark his territory. My boots made no sound against the Persian runner, a habit born of necessity and weeks of quiet desperation.

The air inside the top-floor sanctuary was thick, fragrant with the scent of crushed wild roses, rich lavender body oils, and the electric, undeniable musk of total surrender. Valerie Vance lay nestled in the center of the dark crimson silk sheets. Her sheer obsidian robe lay discarded on the floor below, leaving her porcelain skin exposed to the warm air. Her dark hair was sprawled across the velvet pillows in a glossy, dark wave, her dark obsidian eyes glowing with a heavy, unhurried passion. On her right forefinger, the heavy silver signet ring of the Rossi Consigliere caught the warm overhead light, a quiet reminder of her absolute, unchallengeable standing.

I manage to get the strings undone and I slip out of the dress, throwing it to the corner of the room where I hope to never revisit. I wipe my tears away and see my mascara on my fingers. I sigh and take a proper look around the room. Anthony was right, the room really was bare. It did have a very pretty vanity, complete with a swivel stool and a mirror. The bed looks to be a queen size with a white bed set and I hate to admit it but it looks very comfortable. I approach the vanity and look through the drawers, finding some make up and make up remover in one of the drawers.

The truth stays revealed across your eyes still it gets heavier for you to interpret it. Valen sat under a huge line cypress tree in the back side of the school. It was empty with only huge trees covering the grounds and circular fence separating the school from the forest. A healthy forest, to be honest. Greenwoods, the oldest plantation belonging to alpha Hercules' pack for years anyone could remember, looked appealing. The fresh breeze adored Valen's skin. She stared in that direction ever since she came here to find herself some peace. Her heart was broken, she was felt humiliated today beyond limits. And she could not find any other option than walking for the Greenwoods absent mindedly

I felt like I could run for ages and never stop, but the fun soon came to an end when we spotted the dark forest from afar. The trees were a dark shade of brown, and the leaves were very few; most trees had no leaves, and the stems of the trees were surrounded by a thick, dark gray fog. “I'm guessing that's the forest we're looking for,” I said with a surprised look on my face. Valerie swallowed some saliva and replied softly, “Yeah, that's the one." The three of us stopped moving, and the monsters rushed between the trees and completely vanished in the dark fog. Valerie stepped forward, then said, “We have to be very careful. This isn't just any ordinary forest. I've got a feeling this fore