Book Verity Novels & Stories

Harriet asked with a smile. She pressed play. A crystal-clear recording echoed through the courtroom speakers. It was the entire conversation Sandra and Eric had in the hospital room, the one I had secretly recorded using a micro recorder hidden inside a button on my hospital gown. "Your biggest mistake was trusting cold architectural theory instead of understanding people…" "Didn't see this coming, did you? Look at you now. Locked up like a dog…" "Your sister died for nothing. You destroyed yourself for nothing. The two of you were nothing more than stepping stones on my path…"

The thought of that little bastard I adopted bargaining with her father’s life makes me want to lose my mind. She looks up at me suddenly, eyes glassy. “Do you think I’m worthy of being loved?” I set my glass down, move closer, and cup her face gently with both hands. “Cariño,” I say, voice low, “you are worth far more than that boy ever deserves. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She hesitates, then nods. “My name’s Veronica…” she starts, then laughs under her breath, a little breathy sound. “Veronica Harper. I’m—uh—23. Medical student at Horizon.”

For a few seconds, the two of them gaped at me blankly. I looked at myself, “well, I bet I don’t look good. I told you, these dresses don’t suit me…” “You’re not into hookups with women, are you?” Sera asked, tucking her fringes behind her ear. “W-what… what?” I chuckled, cocking a brow. “I am quite blunt when it comes to complimenting others,” Verity said. “But if I was a man and if I had to turn into a villain to make you mine, I would have become the greatest villain of all time.”

However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake. Surrounded by classmates who craved his mother's famous treats, Calvin had a sudden epiphany: maybe his mother was not so bad after all. Then there was Chester Harris who despised the scheming woman who had taken his mother's place. However, during a thunderstorm, as he pressed against the door, the absence of his mother's soothing hum from the other side sent him into a tailspin. Mandy York came next, her blood pressure spiking again, then needing meds to keep it in check

“It is all good. I mean she is right, I am taking enough space in her brother’s house and she has every right to be pissed.” Vee shook her head and held my hand. Her eyes wandered around like she had something top secret to say to me, so I paid close attention. She was dressed in a big black T-shirt, and a bumshort. “Amelia has always been like that with every lady her brother shows interest in. There was a time a rumor went far into the country that they were both fucking.” “What the hell? What did you just say? Um.. I don't.. I didn't get tha.. Wha.. What?”

I cleared it both in my mind and on my face when I remember about his deeds, no the one who is now is real, the one with me in past is a lie, my life is full of lies. I know what to do when he have headache severely, I know he is not lying because the stress on his face clearly shows he is in pain, I turned in a flip to make his favourite blueberry pancakes, but due to my clumsy nature I just dropped the small book stand consists of books I like to read during nights when I sleep. I will change them everytime from our library after reading all the books in the stand, I arranged them on there perfect places based on genre like I always do, while keeping them, I got a glance on my mother's rec

The next morning I wake up as always and the first thing I do is grab my phone and read everything Sergej send me on this Vivian girl. Besides her huge debts everything seems normal and Veronica's story gets more plausible. This girl has a boyfriend who looks kind of sketchy and she was five times in the hospital aperently because of accidents. No one has to tell me what happend, I already have a good picture. So Veronica is telling the truth and I am paranoid!!

“She’ll just nag about something.” “You have a sister?” “Two.” Her eyebrows lifted. “You never mentioned that.” “You never asked.” She leaned back, intrigued. “Are they older?” “Technically.” “Technically?” “Not related by blood.” “Oh.” She softened. “That’s kind of sweet.” “It is,” he corrected. She studied him. “You’re weirdly private.” Verity said, pouting at him. “You’re weirdly observant.” “That wasn’t an insult.” “I know.”

When Hartley left she shook hands with all three of them and said, "I feel better than I did this morning. That's what I needed." The door closed behind her. The three of them sat with the remains of the meeting on the table. "She's going to be a strong witness," Maya said. "If we can channel that anger into authority rather than bitterness on the stand." "The notebooks will help," Emma said. "Once the forensic authentication establishes the timeline she stops being a disgruntled former employee and becomes a scientist with documented proof." She looked at the stack of copies Hartley had left. "I want to go through these tonight."

The proximity was called a rejection in front of two hundred wolves, and it had made me a lawyer, and the lawyer had made this case, and the case had arrived at a point where the one signature it needed belonged to the man my father had just made my stepbrother. Proximity, yes. He wasn't wrong about that. What he was wrong about was thinking that proximity would make me smaller. My phone buzzed on the desk. I looked at it. Kieran Voss. Direct number — not his office line, not his legal team. His number. I stared at it for one long moment. Then I answered. "Eli," he said. His voice was different from the dinner. Something had been removed from it — the careful, the measured, the Alpha-public.