Vern Tessio Novels & Stories

She pulls something from beneath a folded dress. A small glass vial. My stomach drops out of my body. The vial is stoppered with dark wax. The liquid inside is pale green, faintly cloudy, like diluted poison. A label is wrapped around the glass in neat print. WOLFSBANE — CONCENTRATE My vision goes white at the edges. “What…?” Tessa whispers, voice strangled. Briar’s face is carved stone. “There it is.” I stare at the vial like it’s a snake in my bed. “That’s not mine.”

Giselle's POV: It's finally the day of the event. I'm dressed in a skin tight, floor length silky red dress with a slit on my right leg. My hair is left down and I have red lipstick and some mascara on. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and grabbed my clutch. The air was knocked out of my lungs when I saw Venettio. He was in a navy blue suit and his hair was gelled back. His piercing grey eyes found my green ones and his mouth slightly parted upon seeing me.

The interior is contemporary in design, with its large workspace and a floor to ceiling window that offers striking views to the city skyline, and a large team space for collaboration or informal meetings. “Oh sorry!” I apologized, noticing the receptionist's side eyes. “How can I help you?” “My name is Tessy and I am here to see Mr Vitiello, I have a meeting with him.” “I am sorry ma'am, but Mr Vitiello is in a meeting, also, there isn't anywhere stated here that he was having an appointment with Miss Tessy.” “Seeing that I truly didn't have any appointment with Luca, I tried to contact him but there was no response.”

He probably should alert Vergil and the others about breaching it in time for the assault. Tessa had been talking non-stop on their way back. She was telling her stories back on Earth and was comparing things that were similar back home. Gian learned later on that Tessa did not care if he listened or not as long as he gave out appropriate neutral responses. So, he managed to drone out her voice out of his head for the majority of the time. "Oooh, is this some sort of secret passage? Where does it lead to?" Tessa said as she stepped over a large tree trunk.

She crossed to the window, phone still in hand, and tapped the link he sent. The headline sat in bold serif font across the top of the screen: **“Cortez Unveils VantaCore Capsule – A Return to Hybrid Elegance”** *ModePulse Paris | Exclusive First Look* Beneath the title, a clean photo: a runway mockup draped in silver-red silk, the same structural line she’d sketched over a year ago in her private portfolio. The caption read: *“Inspired by Italian minimalist couture, VantaCore bridges the gap between function and form. Santiago Cortez’s new capsule is rumoured to be the culmination of three years of silent development in Tuscany’s private textile labs.”*

“My wife.” “She is not part of our brotherhood, and she doesn't have the bloodlines or connections to help our family expand,” Vittorio muttered, his voice dropping into a whisper, a vicious bite behind his words. “Why on earth would you discard the alliance I arranged for you for a common stripper whore?” My vision went instantly narrow. A violent impulse flared in my chest, and my knuckles itched to slam directly into his arrogant face. Instead, I slowly curled my fist flat against my thigh, my eyes darkening as I locked gazes with him.

Aaron said rudely and instructed Lucas to drive. "Arrogant preeq" Tessa sneered inwardly and took a quick glance at her dress. She made sure she wore a dress that wasn't torn, the dress wasn't that tacky. So what was he saying, or he just wanted to get on her nerves! The ride to the Wintons villa was a quite one. Tessa went through the contract and gasped. "On no condition should l get pregnant for him" says the contract.