Unhinged Book Vera Valentine Novels & Stories

"Mr. Zinch, I've heard that you like untouched women. "I've already taken care of everything; she's waiting for you in bed. I'm certain she meets all your standards." Selena quickly chimed in as well, "That's right, Mr. Zinch. I even changed her clothes into something that I'm sure you'll love…" Hendrick added urgently, "Then, about that 200 million dollar investment…" My heart sank as despair washed over me, chilling me to the bone. Hendrick had actually drugged me and was using me as a bargaining chip to source funds!

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.

In a matter-of-fact way she said, ‘Makes sense, and I’m glad in a way. ‘Why?’ ‘Because it means I can continue hating her and her class with unabated ferocity.’ I didn’t get a farewell that evening, or a kiss on the cheek. I was sad and embarrassed to say, my lips felt lonely. I opened Vera’s notebook as I watched Sid wander proudly off, and stood at our gate, thumbing through the pages to see if there were any outstanding jobs. My eye was drawn to a simple message, written in a childish hand. Once deciphered I realised it wasn’t written by a child. Far from it! The message simply said, ‘fancy a shag?’ It was signed ‘Charley,’ and then there was a mobile number.

Vera snapped, discomfort heavy in her voice, “You may enjoy his rejection, but if you continue, you are going to find out that beta Carl is more of a beast than a man with an empty soul.” What?! I thought in anger as I glared at Vera. “He's more than a slutty witch like you can handle.” Vera stood to her feet and glared down at the witch, who looked offended. The side of my lip pulled up into a smile; it's amusing to see how Vera's discomfort and disgust have taken over her fear of the old hag.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

Behind me, I hear Achilles speaking, but his voice is low, like he’s talking to someone else. “She’s a handful,” I hear Achilles say to someone. I look back, but I don't see anyone. He taps his left ear...ah... intercoms. A voice crackles over the intercom, and I recognize Valentine’s cold, detached tone. “Bring her back.” “She’s not exactly cooperative,” Achilles replies. “What did you do to her?” “She’s hungry,” Valentine says. “She’ll come around.” “She just jumped out of the highest window in the house,” Achilles replies dryly. “I’d say she’s not exactly thrilled with her situation.”