Novelas y relatos de Venetia Heyer

(Countess Venessa Monti) Accompanying Count Monti in his study room where his wife, Venessa, a widely known level 3 fire magician all over the past Monti territory and it's neighbor. She was one of the important figures in the Alemia military circle, but given that she refuses to move away, naturally, she has now become an Aeternum citizen following her husband's footsteps. All the nobles, knew about the meeting of her husband with the Vice President, after the meeting the Count has not yet announced the result, but he, in fact, holed up inside his study room for one full day and only get out to have his meal and to the toilet.

The family’s caretaker in the Free Cities was standing at the front door when we arrived. Helga Vorenheim. A sixty-eight-year-old widow with Lycan blood in her veins. She had served the Voss family in the Free Cities for forty-one years. She wore a black wool dress beneath a small white apron. She watched the Bentley stop along the curb of Aldris Lane. She watched Mikhal step out and open the rear door. She watched me climb out wearing the charcoal traveling suit Margarethe had given me, my small leather bag in one hand and the Sterling Pack ledger tucked beneath the other arm.

“Brother-in-law, why are you upset? Are you jealous?” “Why would I be jealous?” Harvey said. “Are you kidding me?” “I’m telling you. You don’t have to be jealous. One of them is beautiful, and the other is handsome…” “Come here, Brother-in-law. I’ll show you their pictures!” Xynthia had already taken out her phone and was pointing at the screen as she spoke. “This is Yvette Yanes. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a gorgeous body! She’s the hottest female star right now!”

Her dark hair cascaded down her back, partially covering her face and Caleb's gaze lingered on the photo. "Wow," Caleb breathed. "Told you she's stunning." Alistair chuckles. Caleb continues scrolling, taking in Venita's stylish outfits, intelligent captions, and radiant confidence and her curves "Okay, okay," Caleb concedes. "You've made your point,” Caleb admits. “Now let's see if Venita can hook me up Or if she can offer herself as the sacrificial lamb…rate her sex skill over 10 for me," Caleb states “ I will give her a 7.5 out of 10 because she is flexible and she has a huge backside just like you like your women,” Alistair says and Caleb licks his lips.

"I told you not to bother with the meeting. I don't negotiate with employees I've already fired." "Employees?" Julian gasped. "I own Vane Tech! You’re just a girl from an orphanage I felt sorry for!" Marcus Thorne stepped forward, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "Mr. Vane, you are speaking to Elena Everett, the sole heiress and reigning Chairperson of the Everett Global Syndicate. The 'orphanage' you rescued her from was a school she founded and endowed with ten billion dollars."

Assuming she could notice my nerves, Nancy reached over and gave my hand a squeeze before the elevator doors opened. "You'll be fine, I promise." She reassured, giving me a small smile. Walking up to two men, Nancy greeted and kissed them both on the cheek before turning back to me. "James, Alexander, I want you to meet Eve Daniels -Alex's assistant and our exhibit designer. She's responsible for the room we're standing in." Nancy explained, a proud look on her face. "Bonsoir," I greeted, giving them both a kiss on the cheek as well. "Ravi de vous rencontrer." Good evening, nice to meet

She replied in a high pitched tone her accent a little British. “I heard a lot about you miss beauty with brains so I decided to give you a visit by myself” Vanessa said analyzing Aria from up and down. “Nice to meet you Miss Vanessa but I don’t think we met each other before by any chance” Aria replied getting confused. “Oh sorry I forget to give my introduction. I am Vanessa Heathen childhood friend and partner” She said forwarding her hand for a handshake. The appearance of Heathen's long-time business friend was both unexpected and uncertain.

She stood, taller than I’d ever seen her. I felt something shift in my chest, something ancient, something primal, as I watched her give the order to our warriors to drag him away. Giovanni fought against the silver chains as they hauled him to his feet, sneering through his pain. “You’re a fool, Sienna,” he spat. “You think she’ll thank you for this? You think she’ll forgive you for denying her what she earned? Do you think that she's going to want anything to do with you? She is my. Daughter Marissa's daughter. Or as you want to call her, Tatiana. A monster. That's all she'll ever be.”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.