Veiled By Chacha Novels & Stories

The raindrops, as big as beans, pelted against the car window, filling Chloe with a sense of foreboding. The street became sparsely populated due to the heavy downpour. Several men wielding baseball bats emerged from a van and started approaching them. Standing behind this group of men was a woman wearing a fox mask—Vanya.

Val chased after her but Rachel held her. Sheela sat on the sofa together with Camille to see what she is hiding. They both dropped their jaws seeing her screen “Oh my god Val are you serious?” shouted Sheela. “Why are you searching for this?” asked Cami. Rachel walked towards them frowning and saw the screen. “Are you scared Munchkin? You want to know if it’s painful having sex” asked Rachel caressing Val’s cheek. Val lowered her head in shame. “Hey this is not shameful” said Cami and lifted Val’s head.

She was so eager that she even pinched Arianna's cheeks until they turned red. "Chacha! What are you doing? That hurts!" "Oh my, my bestie! I never thought you would experience the so-called paradise on earth. You've finally broken the seal. Thankfully, the one who broke the seal is a chosen one, not a jerk like Angga." Hearing Chacha speak joyfully and uncensored again, Arianna immediately covered her friend's mouth with her palm. If combined, Chacha and Samuel were of the same species who spoke freely without looking around first.

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

She can't help but laugh at him. 20 minutes had passed since the event started. Callista was glad to see her that she even told the crowd a trivia about Eschia being the artist behind the beautiful book cover and illustrations included in her novel. People also realized that she resembles Cassiopeia, the heroine in the novel. Fans tried to take a photo with her. Thankfully, her bodyguard and the organizers quickly responded so no one got hurt. "Mam, Amir will be here in a few minutes"

With hatred, Charlotte stared at the large locked door, where Valerie was trapped inside. Valerie is an insect, the only obstacle for Charlotte to own Jose and she must be exterminated!

If he had finally gotten back his wife, his love and the mother of his daughter, then what about her, her love and their child, which was breathing inside her? What about Eizlina? If for him, she had always been just the veil of his first love, Ivara? What about her love, if she had always been The Veil Of Sinner?

Word play or just talk about Deadpool? I turn towards him, settling on my knees to face him at an angle, needing to get a clearer view of his face. I wait another beat before settling on playing it right in the middle. I give him a reassuring smile, bringing my hand up to gently pat his cheek. “Deadpool. Chimichangas.” “What is a chimichanga?” I freeze, unable to believe my ears. There’s no way. I push back from his chest, my hands flat on his pecs. I barely notice how firm they are, too amazed at his confession.

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

The note from Elena had been a surgical strike, but Amara understood that a ghost only has power if you believe in its haunting. Emiliano was a man of macro-structures—massive walls, global shipping lanes, and absolute decrees. Amara, however, was a creature of the micro-detail. She knew that to dismantle a ghost, you didn't use a hammer; you used a scalpel. ​While Emiliano remained a silent sentinel in the nursery, Amara descended into the heart of the Valenti intelligence hub.