Unhinged Book Vera Valentine Novels & Stories

That question made Elena hesitate for a few seconds, but it didn't stop Vera from putting more thoughts in her head. "You're just an insignificant woman in his life, Elena. Let me be the first to tell you that. You'll just be the next Della." That made Elena freeze. "Della?" "Yes, I'm well aware that Mr. Valerius is using her to get information about the company, but I'm sure he hasn't told you anything about her, has he?" When Elena did not reply, Vera continued. "She's just like you, Elena. Touching her burned Eamon's skin just like yours does now. Mr. Valerius was so obsessed with her and he made her feel special. Took good care of her, took her out from an abusive relationship, made her

It made me feel impotent. "Just hug her, and that will help her," Shade said in a soft voice. "I could feel her anger and misery. Nova's too. They are barely hanging, Mateo. They are this close to exploding and doing something bad. Hug her tight." I did as he asked and Vera wrapped her arms tighter around me as her body shook in anger. "I am going to- rip them bit by bit and the feed them to the Cyne worms and the giant centipedes that lives in the Bordon Valley," she hissed as she pulled away from me.

But Silas Vane had made one fatal mistake, he had underestimated the desperation of a woman who had already lost everything once. Verina moved toward the library, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs that made it difficult to breathe, she reached into the hollowed out heel of her shoe and retrieved the USB drive, the small piece of plastic feeling like a jagged blade in her palm. She knew she only had a window of about twenty minutes before the head of Silas’s security, a man named Miller who had eyes like a hawk and the soul of a machine, would perform his first physical perimeter check. She walked to the large, floor to ceiling bookshelves that lined the western wall, her

She walks with her arms crossed not in defensiveness but in the way people do when they're thinking hard and need to hold themselves together to do it. I let the silence run. I've always been comfortable with silence. Most people feel the need to fill it — they start talking and the talking becomes noise and the noise becomes the thing that prevents anything real from happening. Vera doesn't do that. She sits inside silence the same way she sat inside that bar at the gala — like she owns it. It's the thing about her I keep coming back to without meaning to. She is the only person I've met who is louder when she isn't speaking.

I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, staring icily at Desmond, who shook like a leaf. "Desmond Zinch, I never knew you'd behave this recklessly in private." "Ms. Turner, I was wrong! I really didn't know it was you!" Desmond exclaimed. "I'll never do something like this again. Please have mercy just this once!" The sudden turn of events left Hendrick and Selena utterly dumbfounded. They exchanged a confused glance. "M-Mr. Zinch." Hendrick finally gathered up the courage to step forward and ask warily, "Could you be mistaking her for someone else? Why are you being so respectful? She's just my fiancee…"

I was certain it hadn't been there this morning. A strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I walked over and picked it up. There was no name on the front, no indication of who had left it there. Slowly, I unfolded the paper inside. *After everything I sacrificed for you, you left me over some cheap accusations that slut fed you. I gave you everything you ever wanted, and what did you do? You spat in my face and branded me the villain. If you think this is over, you're absolutely wrong. If I can't have you, Liora sure as hell isn't going to have you either. Mark my words, Everett. This isn't the end.*

I felt as though I could hear her angry voice in my head as she sent me angry, vulgar text messages that actually hurt to look at. "You fucking ungrateful bitch! Answer the fucking phone!" "What did you do to make the Stallones agree to divorce you, you fucking ingrate!" Calmly, I turned off my phone, retrieved the SIM card, and threw it into the trash. Then, I closed my eyes and answered her in my head, "Guess." However, I didn't care whether Mom would eventually guess correctly or not. And even if Corbin found out about my disappearance earlier than expected, I couldn't care less about what they thought anymore.

Her eyes watered. "Stop insulting and accusing me. None of what you said about me is true." Her voice quivered with unshed tears. "You are, Valeria." Noah insisted with a dark glare. "Every single word I just said is true, and we both know it. There's no need for you to hide your true self. I already know what you are. You're nothing but a shameless gold digger-" "Enough!" Valeria half yelled with her eyes closed. Noah smirked, and let go of her hand.

She liked combat-wounds, an emblem of her filthy rutting, so a friction burn wouldn't be a problem; she will wear it with pride like a slut with a strut. Her long golden hair dangles free as the carefully placed pins dislodge. It flows liberally over her face and back as she grips the edge of the table even more firmly. Josephine is aware he can't see her face. She likes this feeling of being hidden and that he is unable to read her expressions. Their fucking is animalistic, desperate and shockingly filling. It almost hurts, and she forces herself to breathe into the intense engulfing sensations and sees blackness and stars inside her.

Im a useless girl who does nothing but just household works but however he shouldn't speak so low of me. The silence took over the place and suddenly I was pushed and pinned into the seat. My eyes were closed due to the sudden movement. However, I could feel the strong muscular hands gripping my wrist strongly and the warmth of the well built body just above mine. He was hovering above me. I tried to move but couldn't as his grip was stronger than iron chains.