Unhinged Book Vera Valentine Novels & Stories

“You don’t know Nate’s type? He wouldn’t normally go for the girls with the big mouths, he loves his girls obedient, silent, and a little foolish.” “I am guessing it wasn't hard for you then?” Rachel shot back. During the divorce she was on Vera’s side 100% but that Vera wasn’t the same woman standing behind her now with the expensive Fendi perfume wafting into her nose. That Vera was meek and almost painfully shy. She was the very epitome of victim. Vera laughed as if the insult barely offended her. “We have to make use of any opportunity we have am I right? You should know what I mean?”

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

she cried, and suddenly my hands became weak, causing the phone to slip from my grasp. "What's wrong?" I heard Alpha Ethan's voice as he stood before me, and without a second thought, I fell into his arms and began to cry. "No, this can't be true," I sobbed loudly in his arms, feeling his strong embrace. More tears streamed down my cheeks as I shook vigorously in his arms. I couldn't believe she was dead and gone. Vera was my personal assistant and friend. I had always pleaded with her, begging her to leave that abusive marriage, but she wouldn't listen. She kept insisting he was her mate and would change, but look where it has landed her.

“Mother, I need some time to think. All of this just came so suddenly.” “Okay dear, you have all the time in the world. I know and I trust that you will make the best decision.” “But just until you make your decision, Vera stays here by your side.” Luna Emelda left back to her chambers leaving Vera alone in Hector's room. Vera started living with Hector and that one night stand led to another, and another till Vera can't keep count. But no matter how hard she tries to make Hector fall madly in love with her, she just realized she isn't making any sort of progress whatsoever. His heart was not working. Hector is now in a state of apathy.

“Yes, you are right. You see, we asked each other what we both see in the future, and she told me that she sees herself being free. Free from me. I don’t know where that came from, but now I’m starting to think that it’s from Ivy showing up at my room when she was there.” She goes silent for a moment. I wait for her to say something revolutionary, but in the end, she just says, “Wow.” “Well?” I prompt. “Do you think it’s just me being a man-whore before she came up?” “To be honest, I don’t think so.” She pauses to think. “You saw it for yourself. Miss Valeria grew up in an unstable home. There are things that she seems to be hiding about herself, about her past. She seems to have suffered a

The morning was around us and the estate was in front of us and inside it the library had Margaret's documentation on the table and all of us trying to understand the shape of a woman who had been dead for forty years and kept showing us new dimensions. I got out of the car. Hazel got out. We went inside. Vera was in the entrance hall. She looked at us. She knew something had changed again. "Come back to the library," she said. We went. We sat down. I told her what Sable had said. She listened without moving and when I finished she looked at the folder on the table for a long moment. "She facilitated it herself," Vera said. "Yes," I said. "It was insurance," Vera said.

Vivian’s lips curved faintly, unsure, almost frightened by her own voice. I can hear myself, she said. I have been hearing myself for hours. Valerie’s vision blurred. Ethan turned away discreetly, pressing a hand to his mouth. Valerie whispered. Vivian’s gaze drifted toward the window. When the house burned. Valerie stiffened. When I thought you were gone, Vivian continued. When I thought it was my fault again. Her fingers tightened in the blanket. Something snapped. Something unlocked. She looked back at Valerie. “I was never mute”. Valerie felt tears spill freely now. “I was hiding”.

Grabbing my purse, I locked my house and headed to the convenience store with cup noodles stuck in my mind. I’m Leilah Rivera. I have been living alone since ten when I ran away from home. I have faced many challenges but I might make it short. So, my life is, or was, my father, beat my mom, raped me, and sold my brother. My decision of freeing myself from that toxic life was when Father sold Colby. He was just eight, and I came home with a huge man carrying my crying brother on his shoulders as he handed my father money. Lots of money.

Within seconds, the barriers were all gone, and my mouth was moving hungrily over Violet’s soft belly, down to the inside of her thighs. While i kissed her, i touched her, in ways and places she’d only read about. I made her feel sensation, she couldn't dream the sensations would be so overwhelming. When the first ripples of ecstasy worked their way down her aching body, she was far beyond any sort of protest. She waneted me. I wanted her. She was becoming a woman, truly a woman, for the first time. She wanted nothing more than to go on being kissed and touched and caressed to madness in his arms.

She had gone through the memories of the book enough to understand the desperation, the stupid plan, the sister who should have been in that room instead of her, and the trap that had turned into something much bigger than anyone expected. The original Vera had been scared, cornered, jealous, hungry for a way out, and stupid enough to believe one dangerous plan could give her a future. Vera understood desperation. She had lived beside it long enough to know how easily it could make a person reach for the wrong door. But understanding did not mean she planned to confess anything.