Vern Tessio Novels & Stories

“Im fine, don't worry.” “Why are you late?” A firm voice said. Tessa turned around and met Vernon. His expression was so cold, his face stoic as emotionless. His domineering gaze piercing deep into her like as though he could eat her up. Tessa trembled under his gaze, her heart raced, words refused to come out of her mouth. Vernon walked closer to her. The employees dared not to stand up, if they didn't want to loose their jobs. Who is she?

Kyros “Mr. Ferrero, I didn’t do anything wrong. Please believe me,” Tessa pleaded, her voice trembling through her tears as I sat across from her in her small apartment. Her youthful face, framed by disheveled hair, projected an air of wounded innocence that was difficult to dismiss.

“I’d like to speak with Executive Sicily Voss. About system progression, programming layers, and recent synchronization updates. Official capacity.” The assistant nodded and buzzed the inner office. A few minutes later, Sicily Voss stepped out. She was strikingly beautiful — tall, poised, with sharp, refined features and dark, intelligent eyes that assessed everything in a single glance. Her suit was tailored perfectly, professional yet subtly feminine. Unlike Carlisle’s warm openness on the phone, Sicily carried herself with cool, deliberate distance. Her gaze flicked over me, lingering for a fraction of a second on my new EVP badge before settling into polite respect.

All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo. Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos covering his chest and arms. Although he couldn’t make sense of the designs, he found them mesmerizing and gorgeous. The tattoo on Vincenzo’s neck was that of a serpent. But why a serpent? Wade was tempted to run his tongue over the inked skin, to taste and bite him.

With her hand currently holding a cup of cold coffee, Tessa was just like a fool who didn't know what to do other than be silent by shaking her feet that hurt from wearing heels for too long. Tessa stared at the Valentino heels she had bought for a limited edition in Seattle. Tessa didn't know why she had to spend so much money in her pocket just to get one shoe that wasn't so pretty but would still look luxurious on her feet. Because a brand supports the socialite spirit of a woman like Tessa, who is often underestimated.

Even the wind bent back. I stepped forward. My chest was tight, not with fear - but with fire. Velarion met my eyes. Calm. Composed. Dangerous. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” he said, voice low and echoing. “But I’m glad you did.” No mocking. No smile. Just the simple truth of a predator who’d been waiting too long at the gate. “I’m not here for you,” I answered, voice steady. “I know,” he said, glancing past me - at the rift, pulsing behind. “But the wound calls to its mirror. And you, Tessa, are its reflection. Only you can close it.”

“Did anyone touch you? Did he hurt you—” “I’m fine,” I cut in, pulling slightly from his grasp. “Caspian, I’m alright.” His jaw flexed, nostrils flaring as he inhaled my scent. His gaze sharpened. And then he saw it. Viktor’s mark on my neck. His eyes darkened. Behind him, a chair scraped sharply against the floor. Tessa rose to her feet. She looked immaculate, as always with her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her fitted crimson dress accentuating her poised figure. Gold bangles circled her wrists, chiming softly as she folded her arms.

, gym bag slung over one shoulder at dawn, shirtless push-ups on his own balcony when the sun first cleared the rooftops. His name was Levi. She’d learned it from the mailbox downstairs, though they’d never spoken more than a nod. Until tonight. Tessa stepped onto her balcony in a thin white tank and cotton shorts, hair piled messily on top of her head, a half-empty glass of rose in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. She didn’t smoke often anymore—just when the quiet felt too loud. She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk.

TESSA. The whispers started before the bell even rang. I slipped into my seat in the back row, dropped my bag on the floor, and pulled out my notebook like nothing was different. But the way people stared at me told another story. Heads tilted. Mouths moved in low, buzzing tones. Eyes lingered like I’d suddenly grown a second head. “That’s her,” someone hissed as I brought out my notebook. “She beat Viper last night.” “No way, Jaxson Kane doesn’t lose—”

another voice replied. That was Cassienne's Tina’s lips curved slightly as curiosity sharpened. “Today, I won’t be playing as NULLWRAITH,” Cassienne continued calmly. “I’ll be using Obsidian_13. People are already suspicious that the two usernames belong to the same person.” Tina’s breath hitched. So it was true. “Yes,” Dreston said, his tone controlled, “but nothing has been confirmed. And that’s all that matters. Officially, my company hired a player. End of story.”