Ventrecanard Face Reveal Novels & Stories

“You might want to sit down.” “I’m already sitting.” “Yeah,” he mutters. “But emotionally you might want a chair.” Adrian’s patience snaps. “Marcus.” Marcus exhales slowly. Then he says the name. “Victor Salazar.” The room goes completely silent. My stomach drops. “No.” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly as he studies the frame again. Marcus points back at the screen. “Look at the jawline. The hairline. That’s him.” The headlights from my car illuminate the driver’s face for barely a second in the recording—

A notification pops up from one of the major news sites, and I click on it without thinking. My heart sinks as I read the headline: “VERONICA STEALS THE SHOW, TWICE! Pianist Outshines Luna at Her Own Exhibition, Then at Afterparty.” Below the headline is a split image: on one side, Veronica at the piano, looking ethereal; on the other, me watching her, my expression caught in what appears to be a grimace. I don’t even remember making that face, but the camera caught me at the perfect moment to make it look like I was seething with jealousy.

"Are you going to say anything or am I going to stare at your back the whole day?" His shoulders slumping in defeat, he slowly turned and what I saw had me choking on the juice that I just gulped in. I started coughing profusely that I had to beat my chest repeatedly to calm myself. Cardin tried to take a step to help me, but my five palms facing him made him stop. I made it obvious that I don't want him anywhere close to me right now. When the cough subsided, I looked at him... Like really looked at him or rather looked at his canines which is particularly long and sharp. "What the fuck is going on? Is this some fucking Halloween show?"

she whispered urgently, glancing between us, “you might want to check this out.” She handed me her phone. On the screen was a live feed from one of the major entertainment outlets. The headline flashed bold and red: “Vivian Carter Seen at Daughter’s Launch — Rumors Spark of Possible Reconciliation with Roman Wolfe.” My stomach dropped. Roman muttered something under his breath. “They never stop, do they?” I stared at the screen, watching as the footage looped — Vivian walking toward us, the angle making it look far more intimate than it had been.

My eyes could only see red as I stared at the silhouette of him. The man I desperately do react of killing a thousand times. Caleb! The name roared inside my head, a punch to the chest that left me struggling to breathe. Cardan’s face broke into a rare, genuine grin. “You’re finally here.” They closed the distance between them in three long strides, embracing like family reunited after years. I simply watched them, stunned into a statue-like position. The room spun around me as I tried to make sense of it. “It feels good to be back, Uncle.”

The latch released. I opened the lid. Inside, there was no money. No jewels. No second, more explosive ledger. There was only a single, sealed envelope. And a small, worn, black-and-white photograph. The photograph was of a young Caridad Arcony, breathtakingly beautiful, but with the same flinty eyes. She was standing with a man who was not Lanc's father. He was handsome, rugged, and looked at the camera with a possessive intensity. They were standing in front of a modest house in a neighborhood that looked familiar. The old neighborhood. Where Lanc had been attacked.

After the photos that surfaced all over the internet and entire media, my heart had been pounding in my chest. Earlier this morning, I opened my phone and I received a notification with the headline: Ross Anderson and a mystery woman seen at the launch of his new amusement park. Could there be something blooming? Can anyone tell who this woman is? I checked on the news and about three pictures of Ross having the biggest boyish smile in the world and beside him was a woman, no one could see her face as in all three pictures, she was either facing backwards or her hair was covering her face. And in the last picture, they were on a roller coaster and she had looked downwards.

His eyes widened and his face froze in shock as he backed into the wall, panting. Oh, God! His jaw went slack as horror transformed his face. There was no mistake. Cedric is… T-Murek.

He paused. I didn't respond, maintaining my decision to kick this shit off the table. "I think... This is it." He laughed wryly. Curious, I dragged the sheet down and turned around to see for myself what was getting him so speechless. He had a card in his hand and as usual, I rushed it from it to examine it. It was a red and black card, Sebatsian's favorite colors. On it was crested 'Sebastian Carter' I swallowed lumps of saliva that were stuck in my throat. This couldn't be happening... Hastily, I brought out my phone and dialed the number.

Emm asked anxiously as fear started to erupt in her little mind. “Don’t worry… Uncle Night Vigil will take care of it since I told him not to reveal mommy’s face on the news.” Chris Jnr pacified Emm “Also, we can confirm when Uncle Night Vigil sends the cards for approval tonight. Remember to keep your device open.” “Um” Emm nodded with determination “If Uncle Night Vigil didn’t pick up the cue, we can ask him to redo when we review.” “What about the venue?” Marcus asked as he sat quietly, listening to the two treasures and taking stock of what needed to be organized.