Vern Tessio Novels & Stories

Theo thought Verasco was going to attack Rose, but it was the other way around. "Zever," Verasco called with his eyes piercing into the ash bead. "Zeveron!" Verasco was truly ambitious. His smile was sardonic as Theo's body tensed, fighting for position on the body. Verasco wanted Theo to be defeated. He shouted Zever's name louder and louder. "Zeveron!" "Zeveron Issaco Witson." Verasco's actions caused Theo's fingers to link until they hurt Rose. The tight pressure almost crushed hands that were not even comparable in size.

As soon as she sat down, he leaned forward with a stern face and said, "I got a call from Tufiq cosmetics early this morning, they told me that they won't be making any endorsement deals with you anymore." "About the next one hour, AD&B foods called and said they've reconsidered giving the deal to someone else, that you shouldn't bother. I was very bitter, I had to ask what the reason for the sudden change of decision was." "They were reluctant at first, but after a little push, they told me they found a very disturbing video of you and they thought they should see for myself. I saw this video and my heart shattered to tiny bits." Prisca was shaking in her seat, she crossed her fingers and w

"What? She's fucking hot. No matter what she does, she's memorable. Just like my Tess." "He's right," Tess said, handing Vianne two fake inserts for her bra. "You're trying to distinguish Vianne from Veronica. Remember that. The local supermarket checkout boy might only remember her chest, and not the details of her face, which is the idea." "It'll take a bit more with Ms. Georgie,” I reasoned.

“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?

“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.

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.

Vivian lifted off Tessa’s mouth and said, “Not in her yet. On her. I want it on the uniform.” Alec pulled out, stroked himself once, and came across Tessa’s stomach and the open white fabric, thick stripes on the job they had given her. Tessa lay on the foyer floor painted in it, panting. Vivian dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them into Tessa’s pussy, packing what she could back inside. “Up. You still have the library.” Tessa stood. The uniform stuck to her. His cum was a map down the white. She could feel it cooling on her skin and warming inside her at the same time.

She winked before flipping her hair again and striding out. The door closed, leaving Aiden, Alina, Lorraine, and Jesse behind. "So… what now?" Aiden asked, hands sliding into his pockets. Jesse raised a brow. "Go through the documents and tell me if you’re interested in working with ‘Véronique S’. It’s one of the most popular fashion houses that makes luxury jewelry and couture pieces. They’re asking if you'd participate.” "Participate?” Aiden repeated. Jesse nodded.

The cut on her neck was covered by a black turtleneck blouse Misha bought for her, but the patch on her forehead didn't give the reparation she wanted. Even so, she was sure that Astolfo and Misha already reported that before they fetched her so she doesn't need to look so much into it, right? Mr. Tassel was a soft-spoken Italian man who admired her as a child, because of her inscription. Like being high-quality meat out of all they have in store or being the specially made one out of all the clothes in the catalog Astolfo was looking awhile ago. So maybe he wouldn't be too hard on her. "Listen, seventy-two," Mr, Tassel started, reaching for his drawer to get a long folder.