Evershade Valley Novels & Stories

Valerie "Get moving, fat ass," Shay yelled, as she got to work. As she got to work, I walked towards the closet. I wanted to scream like hell, from what all I saw. He had a fucking closet that could be big enough for a wealthy woman. Shay dove headfirst into her work, barking orders with her characteristic assertiveness, I wandered towards the closet. It was a fortress of opulence, a shrine to excess that made my head spin. The sheer extravagance of it all threatened to overwhelm me.

I know Evie means well and I'm sure Benjamin will be able to provide us with a means to blackmail Dante. But regardless of all that, I want to see Blake again before I walk the valley of death. The valley of death is where I protect Blake and am as exposed as I can be. It's where I am naked and nothing. It's where the ugliness of my shame destroys my soul which I can no longer protect. It's where I am both predator or prey depending on whose asking. It's the place I fear most at night when the lights go out.

Trees so perfectly trimmed they look like they’ve never known a real wind. When we finally slow down, my stomach tightens. Because the mansion that appears behind the iron gates? It looks like something out of a movie. The old, expensive kind. Stone walls, tall columns, windows like dark, empty eyes. It’s the kind of house that could either host a royal family… or hide a dozen bodies in the basement. No in-between. The car rolls to a stop in the circular driveway, and I just sit there, gaping like an idiot. My driver — still silent, still wearing those sunglasses like we’re in some mobster cosplay — opens the door.

The thought of meeting my sister was keeping my nervous system hanging. “Ma’am, we are almost here.” the driver notified me. I removed the veil I was wearing and made myself look presentable in front of my family. I did little make-up as it was in my family to have women look pretty all the time. Sick rules. I saw the huge metallic gates of the entrance which were heavily guarded by the guards. The old name plate mentioned the names of the retired and late ancestors of the family. The driver applies brakes near the end of the parking road, almost in front of the entrance of the Sinclair mansion.

FINAL Valerie’s POV Evan watches in horror as we circle one another. I mindlink everyone here to stay out of this fight. This is between me and her. She is the darkest dark witch there probably is judging from the way she looks. Her pale skin contrasts darkly with her inky hair, and her face is covered with dark veins. Something right out of a horror movie.

Not only did it show the mountains of candles that were stacked precariously around the tombstone, but it also perfectly captured Shane's and Valerie's arrogant attitudes. My voice rang out clearly in the video, letting the officers know that I not only informed Shane and Valerie that it was fire prevention season but also that the winds were exceptionally strong that day and the possibility of a wildfire breaking out was very high. Shane's impatient voice echoed from the video a few seconds later. "Are you causing trouble again, Jennifer? Valerie's just doing what she thinks is the best for the company… Are you intentionally trying to humiliate Valerie by getting in her way?"

“I mean… She doesn’t know about us or mates or werewolves or anything! She just knows I’m obsessed,” “I’m not sure yet Kal,” He shook his head. “Maybe we should do it now,” Valerie’s POV A giant christmas tree was decorated in timeless bulbs, strung to the limbs with ribbon, white lights wrapped around tying it together in warmth and it was beautiful, like a christmas tree out of the movies, and underneath it, boxes wrapped in gold paper. Yet here I was, dreadful as always. Kallen and Everett talked lowly in the kitchen and I felt like a whore. Yes, Everett came onto me and kissed me, but… I liked it. I liked the rush, the timing, the way his lips molded into my own yet I still wanted Kallen

Why did he want to keep sending gifts to her? “Don't make me repeat myself.” Damien gave a sharp glare to Shane. “Ha, yes. I understand…….on it, boss.” Shane quickly snapped out of his head and replied to Damien who didn't spare him another glance and walked back towards the elevator. ******* It was not until it was dark outside when Eva realized it had already been late when she had finished painting her latest paintings which was a portrait of a woman wearing a spaghetti white dress with a red scarf draped over her shoulders, sitting at the edge of a cliff. The romances of the breeze seemed to whirl and swirl through her hair as she gazed up at the twilight sky which reflected against the

"It's complicated. I just need you to stay here. For me.” Shawn let out a deep sigh, his jaw shut-a far cry from screaming instincts yelling inside of him to keep her safe. "Alright," he said with marked reluctance, even while his tone reflected the complete opposite. "But I'm just a phone call away, Ava. Anything off, you call me. Promise me." "I promise," Eva said low, her lips barely stirring. A small, calculated smile offered itself while unease within her gained momentum. By the time it was sunset, Eva reached the Wadsley mansion when stretched shadows lengthened across acres on the estate. The high gates yawned open, groaning to life, and behind them lay a grand façade-her destination.

The wind howled like a wounded god. As Seraphina and her companions crossed into the northern borders of the kingdom, the world changed. The sky turned iron-gray, the trees skeletal, and the earth beneath their horses cracked with frost even though it was spring. This was no ordinary terrain. This was cursed land. This was the Shard Vale. “The last time anyone came this far north,” Eveline muttered, pulling her cloak tighter, “they never returned.” Seraphina didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The deeper they traveled, the more her ring burned against her skin, and the gauntlet pulsed faintly like it recognized something buried in the very bones of this land.