Monster Prom Vera Novels & Stories

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.

She couldn’t stop puking until Sant and Jia came, along with two other people. Jia helped her up, but Vero couldn’t feel her legs, so she fell back down. “Vero, let’s get out of here!” asked Jia. Instead of following Jia’s orders, Vero pointed to the place where Lev and Vincent were fighting. “He is—he is a vampire!” she screamed. She couldn’t recognize her own voice. Then she babbled. “He’s a vampire and Lev pulled his hand like pulling potatoes from the ground!” Jia looked at her with sad eyes, then she knelt down and cupped Vero’s cheeks with both hands. “Verona, look at me!”

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.

* I took the document case and walked the rest of the way without looking back. Vera is maybe sixty, with short grey hair and eyes that take inventory of everything they land on. No jewelry. No ceremony robes. She's sitting at a plain folding table in a tent that could belong to any mid-level pack administrator, nothing on the walls, two chairs and a lamp. The spelled safe in the corner is the only thing that looks expensive. She watches me set the case on the table without moving. "Luna Whitmore," she says. "I've heard interesting things about you."

asked Parker with a faint look on his face, seeming a bit excited. "None of your business!" Vera seemed to not deny and coldly said: "If you just came here to say these useless words, then you can leave!" "Hey! Don't be so heartless, darling Vera!" Parker had a lecherous smile and then forced himself to Vera: "I'm just concerned about you. After all, that riff-raff, Lenn, has already awakened his talent - the Wolverine and has already become a primary warrior. I'm afraid you'll have messed up!"

said the scarred man, moving closer to me, his face almost brushing mine “Because if you don't make things right, I promise you'd be next to have a feel of the cold hands of death - I assure you." I sighed, nodding my head. “I promise to get her back.” I looked at Amelia, trying to assuage her fears: " I will take care of you and our baby", I said, pulling a stack of fresh bills from a cabinet nearby, proceeds from a family inheritance. "This would be okay for you for now. I promise to get more for you as soon as I am able to address certain pressing concerns." She took the money but dropped her gaze, failing to look into my eyes. Her face etched with resentment and pain - it appeared we w

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Let go of me!" Ptolema exclaims repeatedly as Matt did his best to control her flames. He uses his ice mist to cover her flames, and he felt quite relieved when he successfully covered Emma's hand up to her arms, But he was petrified when he saw how Emma's eyes turn to currant red, as her flames turn into merlot flames. 'He killed Alaric right in front of me! Then, he must also be ready to pay the price!' Emma exclaims within her thoughts as she stares at Donovan, who's grinning from ear to ear.

I thugged on Julius's arms and it well got her attention "Oh sorry I don't think we have met My name is Vera Chrysanthos as in Julius's wife" She accepted my handshake with a forced smile on her face that any one could see from miles away and I mirrored her gesture "Julius you didn't tell me you liked red heads I would have died my hair" Was this Barbie being serious I thugged Julius's arm pulling him away with me as I shouted back to her "Sorry we have to go. You too will catch up much later! "