Chel Vore Novels & Stories

He looked like a devil in silk—sharp cheekbones, silver hair, black gloves. “Valerio,” he purred. “You brought her. How... poetic.” Valerio said nothing. Sera stayed one step behind him, chin high. “Do you know what I hate most about you, Thorne?” Cael continued. “You don’t appreciate art. You build empires but forget beauty. That’s why I took her.” Valerio’s voice was steel. “You touched her, I’ll kill you.” Cael laughed. “Oh, I didn’t touch her. I could smell you all over her. I wouldn’t dare ruin such ownership.”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

As promised, their future wedding will be broadcast on NYC television. “Babe, which flavor do you prefer?” Chloe inquired as to when the waiter would place the sample slices of cake for their engagement party. Helios’ brow furrowed as he reached for the spoon. He nibbled on the chocolate Bavarian on the left, then the four-season vanilla on the right. “I prefer the chocolate Bavarian,” he said as he set the spoon down. Chloe smiled broadly and nodded. “Perfect. What about the—” When Helios’ phone rings, Chloe comes to a halt.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silvery glow on the hidden corners of Chloe's world. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and anticipation as Chloe, now a werewolf, patrolled the edges of the supernatural and mortal realms. The ritual had left her with a heightened sense of awareness, a fusion of strength and vulnerability. As Chloe moved through the shadows, she sensed a presence—a familiar aura that set her on edge. Caleb emerged from the darkness, his figure cloaked in moonlight. His eyes, once filled with resentment, now held a different emotion—vulnerability.

The two seemed to be on the verge of becoming a couple, so how could he suddenly declare his relationship with Soraya? Moreover, Cheryl was an international star, and she and Soraya weren't exactly best friends. Why would Cheryl give up her endorsement for Soraya? Vespera tried calling Cheryl to get some clarity, but she couldn’t reach her—Cheryl’s phone was off. Just as she was about to head to Cheryl’s place, she was stopped by two intimidating men as she exited the mall. Not wanting to get into a fight, she reluctantly followed them to the underground parking. As they went deeper, Vespera was stunned to see Elowen and Yvonne waiting for her. When had they teamed up? Didn’t Yvonne leave th

"I didn't expect you to come in after everything that happened last night." "I can't afford to sleep when my whole company is falling apart," I replied as I took a long drink of the burning liquid. "Besides, I'm too angry to rest anyway." "What's going on now?" Vincent asked as he settled into the chair across from my desk. "Chelley is fucking Chen," I announced flatly. "She stole our merger deal by sleeping with him and now she's back at my house acting like she won some kind of victory." Vincent set down his coffee cup and leaned forward to look at me directly.

Cheryl sat to the left, glaring at Celena, who was brooding opposite her. Anger was etched on Cheryl's face, but beneath it, a trace of glee flickered. She chimed in with fervor, "Celena, you're a real curse, aren't you? The materials were your responsibility, and they've been outright rejected three times. Do you grasp the gravity of that?"

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

She exclaimed. And at that moment Elena knew that she had gotten it right; he was indeed gorgeous. She looked at him again and she could have sworn, she saw him wink at her. oh well. Cheryl kept looking at the image before saying “Elena, I have seen this person before. He looks very familiar. I may have seen him before. I just can’t place where”

he added, then left the room. *** "WAAAHHHHHHH!" Chel rolled over and clung so tightly to the bed. Wet liquid was dripping from her forehead and her back was also very wet but she felt cold due to the power of the aircon in her room. She covered her face and stroked her wet hair. She picked up the glasses on the side table and put them on. She focused her gaze on the elongated mirror a few feet away from her. She could see herself clearly. Shr could clearly see the fear that enveloped her being.