Novel & Cerita Monster Prom Vera

Vera looked innocently at Merry. She did not at all expect Merry to wake up at this moment or for the latter to place the blame squarely on her. Instead of anger, she sneered coldly. "The reason my design was called the Spider Queen was that the excellent flexibility of the armor design and was to also showcase the beauty of the armor's augmentation. I never said you could add the nervous core of a spider." Merry looked at Vera before her with an aching head as she snorted.

She wanted to see his reaction. ‘What?’ he begged. ‘The, um. The Monster, he still haunts me. Not just in my dreams.’ Vera said. ‘If he wasn’t dead Vera, I would kill him.’ Luke promised. Vera had a sense that Luke was being serious. She knew his reputation as a dangerous man. She knew, he wouldn’t just say it. Vera knew that when Luke said something, he would follow through. And what startled her was that, that didn’t frighten her.

she uttered coldly, then cocked her head at Vera, a cruel glint lighting up her eyes, "Its okay if you're not gentle." Vera was taken aback, and placed a gloved hand in her chest. Her mouth hung open in shock and she had turned deathly pale as she heard Lana's command. The guards moved to carry out Lana's orders, grabbing hold of Vera roughly, ready to boot her out of the house. "Wh..what are you doing?! Let go of me, you ruffians! Do you know who I am?! I am Damien Romero's morher!" Vera yelled as she struggled fiercely.

"No… Ms. Lavor… I can see Buddha… Coming to guide me…" "No! I'm not letting you die even if Buddha comes!" Vera bellowed. "Take this pill, Shohei! Or I will shove it down your throat!" Korra kept shaking his head, sobbing tearfully. "Let me go… Ms. Lavor… 125… and having you by my side… as I go… is fulfillment… and the reward of… my pious life… " Angry for once, Vera snapped, "Are you disobeying me now, Shohei? Take the pill or I will make you!"

However, she was not content to live the remainder of her life in this state. She felt both pain and helplessness. Jacob said, “Do not be discouraged, Vera. Mr. Mayo and Aries are on their way to finding a cure for you. As long as the cure is found, your pretty face will be restored.” Vero said with a bitter smile, “Can my face that has been burnt more than ten years ago be restored? You do not need to lie to me, Jacob.” “I am not lying!” Jacob said firmly, “You have no idea how skillful Mr. Mayo is. If he says that he can restore your face, it means he really can do it. Please believe in him.”

Veronica closed her eyes, but opened them when her mother asked her something: -They are measuring forces. -Can they kill each other like that? Vera had asked God to forgive her, because she hoped that this would happen for her own good and that of her daughter, although she felt sorry for Maya and even for that boy. -I don't think so," she answered. After all, she didn't know much about the universe of wolves and/or vampires and, honestly, there was still a vague hope in her heart that one day her old friend Maya would return or that this would change.

POV: Vera SIXTEEN YEARS OLD Vera Volkova had always known she was different from her sister. While Nadia was unprecedented—a unique species, wings and power and symbolic weight—Vera was just a wolf. A really talented wolf, sure, with some unusual abilities like lie detection and minor healing. But fundamentally, she was what the pack expected: a wolf who could shift, who fit into existing categories. She'd thought that would make her life easier. Turned out, being normal in an extraordinary family had its own complications.

“If you’re with me, you should at least have half of my intelligence.” “Wha—” And that’s it. His words made her speechless. She could only open her mouth and stare at him in disbelief, which irritated her. This was the first time Vero had met a human like Lev Deammone. And then Vero reminded herself that he was not a human. Are all vampires as arrogant as him? Just when that question crossed her head, Jia appeared in front of her. She wore a red and black gothic lolita dress that was minimally embellished and her makeup wasn’t as thick and dark as usual.

"Now she's given me all the evidence I need." "Touching," Vera said. "The grieving widower finally finds his spine. Too bad it's twenty years too late." She pulled something from her coat—a vial of black liquid that made every wolf step back. "Concentrated shadow venom. One drop kills a wolf. Half a drop kills a phoenix. And this?" She held it up to the light. "This is specifically designed for corrupted phoenixes. Like you, dear Mona."

Monica laughed even harder. "Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t steal anything from you! It’s not my fault that—" "That my husband’s a sex freak? That I left him? That he replaced me with you because you could take being banged like a sex slave? Huh? Say it! Say it out loud, bitch!" Monica screamed and shoved Vera hard. Vera stumbled back onto the bed. Her head spun, but she refused to show weakness. She couldn’t. She wasn’t raised to crumble. She had survived too much to let Monica defeat her like this.