Unhinged Book Vera Valentine Novels & Stories

She could not accept the idea of her daughter marrying a guy from a single-parent household with no house or car in the city, so she broke them up. Later, I fell for Valerie at first sight. I spent six months pursuing her before I finally met her family. Given my wealthy background, Gloria wasted no time pushing us into marriage. In my past life, I had foolishly believed Valerie had cut ties with Eugene long ago. I assumed she only found out about Susan's illness through a class group chat. It was not until I stumbled upon several gigabytes of messages on Valerie's phone that I realized the truth that they had never truly ended things.

David's POV. I curl my fists tightly as hunger so primal swims through my body. Hell, my dick is practically brushing against my zipper. I’m just about to snap and rush back there, push that little whore against the wall, and fuck her until she can’t walk. I fell over the edge…I fucking did, dammit. She teased me with dangerous words. She pushed me over the edge and I snapped. Vera is…she’s an angel but also a demon in disguise, ‘cause how was she able to do that?

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! "

They read aloud by the fireplace: fairy tales, poetry, the illustrated encyclopedia Mara had claimed as her favorite. One snowy evening in December, after the children were asleep, Veronica found Ethan in his study staring at his laptop screen. The light cast blue shadows across his face. “What is it?” she asked. He turned the screen toward her. An email from an unfamiliar address. Subject line: *For Your Consideration.* The message was brief. *Attached is an unpublished manuscript excerpt. Thought you might find it interesting. Best wishes.* The attachment was a P*F titled “The Cost of Secrets – Chapter One.”

“Run along now, Vera. Nobody gives a shit about you.” Vera didn’t know where she was going. The world had narrowed to the ache inside her chest, the raw, burning pain of abandonment. Every step away from the house, away from the people she had loved and trusted, was fueled by heartbreak and fury. She didn’t care if a car hit her, if the pavement tore her apart, if anything ended the numb, hollow weight in her chest.

The human in me detested it so much that I felt like crushing that dangerous feeling of want, but too bad that those feelings were too small and was not meant to be, his absence crushed it away, and I am so glad— right? It is all for the better. Better an abandoned wife than a chopped off bone. I heard wolves were not so nice when attacking their prey. After dressing up, I instructed Ophelia to get me drawing supplies. After my futile wait, I had decided moments ago to make my first move since I arrived. I ignored her quizzical look and I didn’t bother to look at the two other girls. I’ll tell you what I think, honestly: I have weighed the pros and cons and I have come to a conclusion; to fo

We have to get out of here. Mom looked at me with confusion. "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ARE YOU HIGH, ARCANE MILLER?" She shouted at me and I was taken aback by her outburst. "How can you say that Vincent isn't a good person?" "You are still going to let others use you, aren't you? You didn't have enough of what Dad used to do to us? No, it wasn't us. It was me. I was tortured and tormented everyday but you know what, I am not stone hearted like you. I cannot let you live in this hell. You are going to divorce Vincent and we will continue our lives like it used to be-"

How did she always manage to get in? "You are home late," Vera, who sprawled naked on my couch, said. Or was it Veronica? I could not remember. We hooked up just one night, and she would not stop returning for more. She was a model with great tits and a tasty pussy, but not a woman I could keep as a long-term fuck buddy. "You always manage to show up uninvited, don't you?" I kicked off my shoes and poured myself a glass of water. "I am not in the mood to entertain you today."

I stepped in through the kitchen for water, and I saw a crumpled paper on the counter. To: Mrs. Sabastine. My blood froze. I opened it in trembling hands. "You should have stuck to your lane, girl. Money does not equate to protection." My stomach turned. My initial reaction wasn't fury. I wasn't this persons target, it was her. Where was she? Was she okay? "VALENTINE!" She came running down the corridor, bare feet, one of my gigantic T-shirts on. Her eyes grew wide. "What? What happened?"

“Trying does not mean choosing. Trying is not showing up when it matters. He left you in the dark Eliot. Just like his father left me in the dark.” I froze. “What?” She looked at me then,not like a stranger but like someone who had seen too much. “I loved Maxwell Vale,” Vera said. “More than I ever told anyone. And he used me. Strung her along while building a life with someone else. And watched me break. Piece by piece. And I swore I wouldn’t let it happen again.” There was a wall of silence between us. “What do you want from me?” I asked finally, my voice quiet.