Vern Tessio Novels & Stories

She gave him the space to absorb it privately, the way he always gave her space, and kept her eyes on Torres. "Tell me about the fashion connection," she said. Torres turned to a section near the back of the folder. He set it in front of her. She looked at the page. A list of company names. Registered addresses. Countries of operation. She recognised three of them immediately. Her stomach dropped in a slow, certain way, the way it did when something you had half-suspected became something you could no longer avoid knowing. "These are Tessa Designs suppliers," she said. "Three of your six primary production partners are registered subsidiaries of Volkov network holding companies," Torres said

The gown clung to all the right places, hid imperfections, and showed a lot of cleavages. “Holy cow, there’s a showstopper. You’re…” Tessa trailed off, and I chuckled at her expression. “I know, right,” I whispered while admiring myself in the mirror. “Mr. Hot Stuff will definitely shit his pants when he sees you tonight.” Tessa grinned with a twinkle in her eye. “Four words, girl. Versace on the floor.” Yeah, I told her all about how I met Javier and everything. Don’t blame me. Beauticians have a way of getting people to talk. They ought to work for the government.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

What's more her lady species Tessa was certainly on her toes. Tessa picked up a bottle green dress that was certainly a bit more striking in a color that was so tightly wrapped around her body that had been created so perfectly. Tessa is not praising herself but the fact that it is like that her body is divided into the right portion whether it is in the chest or buttocks is not unusual if she often hears negative claims from many people on social media who say she did plastic surgery either on her face or on one part of her body.

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

If not, then it wouldn't kill him to show an ounce of one, right? “Where…are you taking me to?” Tessa's question came out as a trembling whisper. She was cold — the warm atmosphere of the Ferrari and the thick duvet did lessen the coldness she felt — if these weren't present, then she'd be shivering like a cat in winter. “My penthouse.” Simply and without glancing at her responded in that icy tone of his. His green eyes were fixed on the screen of his latest iPhone — Doreen was watching another clip of the Gracious Angel.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

His eyes were steady but there was something moving behind them that he wasn't letting reach his face. "It's just the name," I continued. "No date attached to it. No context written alongside it. Just Vescari, in the margin of a file about a dead woman." "It's not just a name," Tiziano said. His voice was very quiet. "You know that." "I know that."

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.