Vera Ye 3 Body Problem Novels & Stories

“A name my mother mentioned once, only once, when she was very old and I think she forgot she hadn’t told me before. She said, if anything happens to me before the right person comes, tell Vera. She’ll know what to do.” “Vera,” Dave said, already writing. “I never found her,” Iris said. “I didn’t know her surname. I didn’t know if she was still alive. I searched for years and found nothing.” “You searched the way Agnes searched,” Dave said gently. “Letters. Local records. But Vera didn’t want to be found the ordinary way. She’s been coming here. She has a key. She’s been updating these boxes quietly, keeping the work alive the same way Agnes kept Mabel’s work alive after Mabel died.” He look

There is really nothing to do in life. I went out and saw the three women seriously looking at me. One has a lollipop in his mouth, the other is chewing bubble gum and the other one looks like he has candy in his mouth. I noticed this woman with a mirror, she was wearing black jeans and a black jacket, she was really wearing a headband with a flower style? She looks 18 already but then she's like a child. anyway, that's her style, so what's the point, that's better than the three who just don't show their panties because their skirts are too short. Gosh, we are in the Philippines not in Korea!

I click on play, and Amara Ross's face fills my screen. She's sitting in her expensive car, dabbing fake tears with a tissue. "It's just so disheartening," Amara's voice plays softly through my speaker. "When women use their bodies to steal opportunities from actual professionals. That set was supposed to be a safe space, but Ever decided to... well, you all saw the video." Then she breaks into fake sobs. "To think I defended her over Tom… My good heart is such a problem sometimes." Rage crawls up my throat.

You cannot trust a Legacy “Here’s the deal,” Veronica’s voice cuts through my anger like a knife. “I’m not going to bullshit you. You might not get to be one of the seven, but you can still live like one.” She pauses, looking me directly in the eye as she adds. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be popular, even for one day? Haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to have people move out of your way when you walk or to listen when you speak?”

"Even if I want to, that man doesn't allow me. He cage me with his territory like a blind woman and kept asking me to admit I didn't lose my memories! Such a nonsense man!" [The third day in the forest] Veronica did not, in the end, plead for mercy. Her body and soul both worsened over time. She was dying of starvation, and her lips were dry and cracked. It is stated that if you do not drink water for three days, you will die. "Is this my last time?" She could hardly sit with her back against the splintered tree. A strand of long hair slipped down, hiding her eyes, and she couldn't even pull it back. "I'm tired waiting for death.”

Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.” Vera’s eyes narrowed. Beaten, she stalked off. Veronica knew her type. That night, Vera sent three men after her. Scarred wolves with nothing to lose. They cornered her outside the kitchens, knives in hand. Grinning like hyenas. “You think the King’ll save you?” one sneered. “No,” she said softly. “I’ll save myself.”

My entire body was tuned to the screen. Veronica continued, “Let us make this simple.” Edmund gave a low laugh beside her, clearly enjoying himself. I think I whispered Leo’s name, but I do not know if it was out loud. My mind was already breaking apart around the image of him. Veronica’s eyes stayed on the camera. “You will make a public statement,” she said. “You will denounce your vaccine as a bioweapon. You will say the research was fraudulent. You will confess to corporate espionage and admit that the patents belong to Vale Industries.”

"And Vera… Vera was dissatisfied. Again and again, she openly insulted me in front of all the executives." She blinked rapidly, as if holding back tears. "The pressure has been… overwhelming. I—I’m honestly not sure if I can handle this job anymore." Her gaze dropped to her lap, fingers twisting a tissue. "My original intention was to bring comfort to sick children. But now…" She looked back into the lens, her eyes glassy. "…I don’t know if I can keep going." A sad sigh. A slow fade to black. And beneath it, a string of hashtags flashed in bold: #VeraSnake #JusticeForVictoria #ToxicCalloway. When I clicked the hashtags, they were already trending.

Because after this there is no longer any reason for Vanya to leave. “Vanya!” Veronica screamed. His eyes widened to see his daughter under a man's body. Even though she couldn't see clearly who the man was, Veronica could see the union between the two of them. Moreover, Vanya could be called plain because he only had a span skirt around his waist. "Mother..." Vanya gasped. Hearing Veronica's voice catching her red-handed about what she was doing with Gibran. "I didn't expect you to be able to do this." Staring blankly at Vanya.

“You’re probably wondering why I’d pass on Alpha Draven and choose your boyfriend instead?” Veronica sat up casually from the bed, not bothering to cover her perfect body, and smiled at me. “Sure, Alpha Draven has power and wealth. But, I’ve heard he’s incredibly ugly and a total sex perv.” “...Sex perv?” I murmured. “Yeah. He had 8 wives, and every one of them died in his bed. Either his dick is as big as a bull’s, or it’s covered in barbs, or he just likes beating women in bed. I’m sure he’s a psycho old man. A lady like me can’t marry a grandpa.” Veronica made a disgusted face. “I needed to find a partner before he arrives, so I have a good reason to refuse him.”