Unhinged Book Vera Valentine Novels & Stories

They believe she is the right fit for me. And they were right. In the long run, if I am not careful, she is going to be my weakness. “There is something you don't understand about Valeria.” I began and my other hand moved towards her delicate slim waist before tracing my hand up to the side of her breast. She stiffened and my wolf grew restless inside me. Intriguing. Her heart beat skyrocketed as she looked at me. Why act as if she is pure when she is the same woman who dances for me in the club?

She never went for the broke and ugly, only the wealthy and handsome. Although she always comes back hurt and miserable, she never learns. “I'm done, Em. There's no way I’d let anyone in anymore. For all I care, these men don't deserve me.” Ava would say, then jump right into a new relationship with the next available person. Thankfully, Emily never failed to be there for her during those times. Ava snapped her fingers in front of Emily's face, “Hey! Are you even listening to me?” “Unfortunately.” Emily murmured.

The love and trust we'd once shared had been worn down to nothing, ground away by his neglect and my quiet despair. When our child lay in that tiny black box, whatever had bound us was buried with them. The phone rang again. Mike fumbled to silence it, but the ringing persisted until he answered with a frustrated shout. "What do you want?" There was a pause on the other end, startled silence at his uncharacteristic outburst. Then Lucy's voice, trembling and laced with tears, broke through, "Mike, someone from the banquet we attended together told my parents that you're my fiancé. They also said you're keeping a mistress. Now my brother is at your house demanding an explanation!"

for Christopher had been exposed. Her so-called "diary of unrequited love" had backfired spectacularly. The entire Internet turned on her. "She knew he was engaged and still went after him? This is infuriating!" "I didn't know it was possible to romanticize being a homewrecker this much." "Confessing to an engaged man and trying to 'gift' him with your first time? What is wrong with this woman?" "If I were the bride, I would've beaten her up too."

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.

And then, there was the secret visits to Vera. Sigurd's visit to Vera had been a clandestine affair, hidden from Sylvester's prying eyes, just like Uncle Ryan does. He had traveled under the cover of darkness, using secret paths and hidden passages to reach Vera's hideout. The meeting had been brief, but it had left a lasting impression on Sigurd. Vera's passion and conviction had ignited a fire within him, a fire that burned brighter with each passing day. He loved how Vera was moving on and thriving in life with Kelvin and her twins.

She suddenly grabbed my arm, her grip so tight I thought she might crush the bone. "Mylo, are you really this desperate for money? You’d throw away your self-respect for a debt?" She growled the words into my ear, her voice shaking with rage. I looked at her, feeling numb. "Isn't this what you wanted, Ms. Quinn? You wanted to see me beg. I'm begging. Are you happy now?" Vera stared at me. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the surgery notice on the floor. Panic flared in my chest. I tried to grab it, but she was faster.

Vera stumbled backward and fell hard against the lower bookshelf. She scrambled to her feet, her mouth twisted, but I didn't wait. I stepped in and locked my arms around her shoulders in a tight bear hug, pinning her arms down. We went down together, rolling across the dusty linoleum, a mess of tangled limbs, flying elbows, and ragged breathing. Our uniforms rubbed against the floor as we fought for the top position. I managed to twist free, planting my weight to strike back, but Vera swung wildly, her knuckles catching my collarbone.

Valerie The revelation hit me like a seismic shock, an earthquake shaking the very foundations of my understanding. "It is your freaking secretary, Melanie!" Shay's words echoed in my mind, a refrain of disbelief that I couldn't shake off. Melanie, the sweet, cute, and understanding secretary who had been over the moon about Laura and Drew's wedding, was the architect of their impending downfall. The irony of it all was staggering. She had worshipped them as a couple, and now she was the one who had orchestrated their public humiliation.

She should have known her confession would have been connected to her humiliation. “What was it? Come on. We’ve seen you do some nasty things. Don’t be shy.” Valerie pushed her head back against the floor, arching her back as she tried to hold back her climax. “I used a coat hanger in a dressing room once, and then one time, I fucked myself with the handle of a plunger.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes against the shame that filled her. She thought she would keep those secrets forever.