Novel & Cerita Unhinged Book Vera Valentine

I replied with a chuckle, and she ignored me, diverting her gaze from them. After teasing her, I continued to watch her from a distance. I let out a gasp when I witnessed Vera's concealed smile as Ares distanced himself from Clara. This was undeniably different, and I was sure of it. My attention shifted to Verania's eyes, and a genuine smile curved on my lips as her eyes sparkled with wonder. It was the day her heart finally realized that she was a thawing soul seated by the fireplace. Vera's icy barrier towards that guy had melted away; her heart knew it, even if she would deny its existence—the existence of love.

Ran resigned, she was not in the mood to find out, just signed the consent form. Vera didn't go home today, but she wore a tight suit to the biggest nightclub, she wanted to try to fall once to see if her nostalgia for Joy would follow and lessen a bit. Loud music had nothing to do with her when all she cared about was the brandy here. Drinking a glass can forget about life, but Vera hasn't had it long before she was touched by someone, and she ran away when she realized that the yeast in her body was slowly thinking about the blood vessel cells hers.

Vera lifted her chin, her voice low but steady, “I know you think this breaks us. You’re wrong.” The men froze. One of them, a younger thug, spat, “What the hell did she just say?” “You heard me,” Vera said, ignoring the pain slicing through her ribs. “You don’t understand the mistake you’ve made. You’ve picked up a live grenade.” The room went quiet, except for Lina’s shaky breaths. One captor laughed nervously, stepping closer. “Live grenade? Girl, you’ve been beaten half to death. Don’t talk like you’re—”

Her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor as she stumbled into the waiting car, her arms tightened around the files—not because she feared losing them, but because it was the only thing anchoring her. The car pulled away. But her thoughts didn’t. At what cost? She had her NGO back. On paper, it was a win. She should feel victorious. Liberated, instead… she felt tainted. Vera had fought so hard to protect those children. To give them shelter, a future. And now, every time she looked at those documents, she would remember this. The image of herself asleep in Kade’s arms. The bone-deep humiliation. The way he’d turned her unconscious body into a weapon.

Celine shifted her stance beside Odessa, their movements perfectly synced. “This ends now,” Rio growled. The team spread out, surrounding Vera as flames hissed and crackled around them. And then Vera smiled—slow and terrible. “Come, Valentines. Come and burn with me.” The night was alive with fire—but Vera stood untouched in its heart. Flames curled around her like obedient serpents, their heat bending away from her pale, glowing skin. Her molten eyes swept across the battlefield as if she were surveying ants. “You thought fire would end me?” she hissed. Her voice seemed to echo from everywhere at once. “Pathetic. You’ll need more than parlor tricks to kill me.”

The worthless virgin who had decided to offer her body to him only to be thrown away like trash. And now I had let his uncle use me the very same night. My thighs still ached pleasantly, sore from being spread so wide the night before. I shifted under the sheets and felt a dull, warm throb between my legs which was a slick but sensitive reminder that I had cum harder than I ever had in my life, screaming for a man I barely knew. The contrast made fresh humiliation wash over me. What kind of pathetic, desperate slut am I? I thought. One rejection from Ethan and I had spread my legs for his uncle the same night. The shame burned hot in my chest, but it was mixed with something else now; a need

And then the vision cracked open in his mind like an egg dropping onto stone. A girl. A temple. A single candle that should have gone out hours ago but hadn't. Her eyes were open. Staring at something he couldn't see — something that stared back from the dark. And her lips were moving, shaping words in Old Veth, the prayer-tongue of oracles, the language even gods found uncomfortable to hear spoken with too much certainty. She was calling to the void. And the void — for the first time in an eternity — answered. Not with silence. Not with nothing.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

“I don’t have one.” Vera shook her head and then said immediately, “But there is one person who does.” After saying that, Vera did not beat around the bush and told Logan and his wife, “I came to Aurous Hill this time to find a man named Charlie Wade. He saved my life in Northern Europe.” To Vera, Logan and his wife were absolutely credible, just like Emmett. She could not have come to Aurous Hill this time without their help, so she did not hide anything from them.

It was nothing but a reflection of her lost happiness, broken dreams, and trampled pride. Emma flinched as his icy fingers reached behind her, unhooked her bra and flung it to the side unconcerned about where it landed. Blood rushed to her face, and a throbbing warmth spread between her thighs as she sat in front of him almost naked. Although the room was dimly lit, she wished it were darker. Not being able to look into his eyes, she decided to end her suffering and closed her eyes in defeat while he hungrily looked at her nudity.