Veiled By Chacha Novels & Stories

"Yeah, can you imagine? And she still dares to show up here." "She's too ambitious. Finished an entire collection in three days, made everyone else look bad. No wonder no man can stand her." I held a glass of champagne, lips curved in polite composure, while my trembling fingers exposed what I really felt. I wanted to defend myself, to shout back, but I couldn't even tell who was talking. I was born with a rare condition. No matter how long I'd known someone, their face remained unfamiliar. Before, Vincent would always stand beside me. He'd whisper, "That's Mrs. Parker, and that's the representative from Versenne."

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.”

Seen the shock intermingled with a flicker of desire. I’ll feel you again. He tucked another shirt in the cupboard and slammed the door purposefully. *** Stone Peak, Black Mountains, Battling Border CHAVIAS Chavias was nearly asleep when he heard a man’s hysterical shouting in the cave. “Master! Master! I’ve a vision.”

You can hide from me. Then, she snaps her fingers, and from the ground rises a thin pane of gold, growing out of the mortar between the stones beneath our feet. It reflects my image back at me, a blinding outline of light. I’m startled enough that I let go of the light. ‘I’d prefer to remain civil, please,’ Chalcea asks in a sweet voice that makes her sound all of nine years old. ‘Please, we really mean no harm,’ Annia adds. Her, at least, I feel like I can trust.

Although he was the owner of the Cleansing Vase, his understanding of this vase was quite limited. “There doesn’t seem to be any lake!” “There is no lake? Could it be that it is not the Cleansing Vase of the Goddess of Compassion?” “Put me in there to take a look!” Alex was helpless. He could only put him in it. After a while, Alex released him. Blaze, slightly disappointed, said, “There is really none. I sensed this vase had already broken.” At that time, it was still possible to contain living people. Furthermore, it could conceal all the aura. Back then, Cheryl hid inside the Cleansing Vase to avoid the Undead Queen’s soul sense.

Nicholas put his hand on his shoulder and whispered with tenderness in his eyes, "You are forever protected from evil." Unfolding the chocolate, Adelard remembered his childhood even more and the sweet taste took him to the distant lands of the past.

I stood stunned and I slowly turned, “I can feel it… you’re slipping.” I tilted my head, smirking. “Scared the mask might fall off soon?” He arched his brows in confusion, I watched his jaw twitch. I burst into a loud laughter even if I don't know any secrets about him, but there must be something he's hiding, as an investigative journalist I know there's something. “Victor, stay away from me.” I said, with another smirk on my lips, then I turned and walked out not minding his expression.

Yena confusedly asked. Chaira stared more harder at the dark corner with cold gaze before she smiled and nodded her head after sensing that the oddly familiar gaze disappeared, “Let’s go” Chaira and the two kids finally left, leaving the smoke that were hiding itself ridiculously hard from Chaira cold gaze, to finally heave a sigh of relief. Another being wearing a hoodie, the man that were following Chaira all this time just after she reborn popped out from a smoke and appeared in the dark corner too, looking over at the smoke that were turning red, blue then to gray once again.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"