Novel & Cerita Veiled By Chacha

“This is just… trees.” “No,” she said softly. “This is where the skin walkers are. They hide behind a veil. They’re here, but you can’t see them.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Can you drop the veil?” She nodded and began to mutter under her breath, her hands moving in slow, deliberate motions. I watched her, my muscles tense, waiting for something to happen. She started to whisper some strange words, and I could feel the tension of the woods drifting through the air. It made my stomach churn. Then, just as she finished her chant, the air shimmered around us, and the veil dropped.

Sheila's laughter filled the air, her joy palpable as she relished the clear water. Watching her, my heart skipped a beat. Sheila, with her auburn hair and infectious laughter, seemed to defy the harshness of our world with her authenticity. When I had stepped outside her hut that morning, I couldn't help but notice she was the only one in the haven wearing a veil. It was a silent testament to the hardships she must have faced, compelling her to conceal her face from the world.

he asked in shock while still pointing at Chacha. I smiled secretly and looked away. I turned my gaze again when Blue spoke again. “How did that come to you? I was holding that before, huh?! ” Blue asked in astonishment. Chacha giggled like a child and I smiled. She looks so innocent but you wouldn't think she's a demon inside. “Queeeennnn!” Blue's cry made me laugh weakly. He chased after Chacha so she suddenly ran away. I close my eyes tightly because she is pregnant.

I simply stepped away as if I was reclaiming the small space of my body in a room full of people who felt entitled to it. Damien’s hand reached out, not grabbing this time—hovering near my wrist like he was deciding whether to risk a scene. Cameras flashed. I lifted my chin, refusing to give in to e them. Josh watched, fascinated. Lily watched, amused. Violet—somewhere in the crowd—watched like a hawk. I could feel her attention even without seeing her. Damien lowered his hand again. “Hailey,” he said quietly, controlled. I didn’t answer him.

I almost forgot she was still here. The atmosphere suddenly became arctic. Jemima's eyes are watering when she turns to looks at me.They are filled with the hurtful question why.I turned around to finally look at the devil herself and she has a bedsheet wrapped around her..I am sure my eyes fell of their sockets, like what the fuck? "Are you not going to introduce me to our guest?" "Chacha, what are you doing?" I raged. "Oooops!I am sorry people..." She uttered a fake apology.

Unlike her who hid hers for fear of being discovered. He took her chin delicately over the veil that covered her face as if protecting it from the outside, he wanted to admire her hazel orbs a little more since he did not have the privilege of delighting with such exotic and beautiful eyes because their owner kept avoiding his gaze. She began to feel uncomfortable and naked before him, but she did not want to break the contact for some strange reason.

“That essence mingles strong—use for veil potency, or distract?” Lira veiled spectral, third-eye pulsing erratic white. “Visions devour depths—branches infinite, prophecies crown bleed if forced. Harmony adapts subtle; undercrypt hungers heirs' blood, personal now. Whispers seek from sight? Bond's heat veils deeper—refuse tempt, guide true,” she intoned ethereal, veil shifting to reveal luminous concern. “Paths branch dark; choose wise, or self-fulfill ruin.”

"Vi, Cheska is missing!" That made me fully awaken...

“You’re just too afraid to admit it. But I see you, Tasha. I see the real you, the one you’ve been hiding from everyone else. And I want her. All of her.” Tasha’s breath caught in the back of her throat, her pulse pounding in her ears. No one had ever seen her like this before, had ever looked beyond the facade she presented to the world. The realization that Kachi truly saw her, truly understood her, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

And silence lingered heavily until Maera softly broke the ice. “May I see?” Maera muttered, gesturing at the parchment, and Lillia passed it over. Kyla shifted uneasily in her seat, her gaze darting from one woman to the other, her lips opening and closing, until a burst of nervous laughter finally escaped. “That’s—horrible. Good thing it doesn’t happen here.” She fanned herself with her palms and quickly lifted her juice to her lips. “Actually, it does. And here, it is called Veil Night.”