Book Verity Novels & Stories

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

No worries," Verity replied succinctly. She giggled silently in response to the man's statements. As time passed, the uncomfortable tension between them began to fade away. As time passed, she found herself growing increasingly comfortable in the presence of the gentleman. She pondered the injustice of it all—how easily people could be condemned without any evidence to support their accusations. It was a cruel game that she refused to play. She knew all too well the pain of being falsely accused and the weight of a tarnished reputation. No, she would not succumb to the temptation of gossip and hearsay. She would stand firm in her belief that everyone deserved a fair trial and a chance to def

“You deserved better than that. You deserved so much better. They don’t get to break you, Vee. Not them.” Verity cried until her eyes were swollen and her throat raw. She cried for the girl who had believed her sister’s lies. She cried for the wife who had waited alone in New York night after night. She cried for the daughter whose own parents had chosen business and Judith over her. By the time she boarded the evening flight back to New York, she felt hollowed out. *** The Central Park West penthouse was dark and silent when she arrived. Verity kicked off her shoes and walked straight to the small studio corner she had created near the windows. The city lights glittered below, beautiful and

The assistant paused before replying, "Mr. Norman says if you want a divorce, you should come find him yourself. He's not falling for your dramatic tricks." I let out a laugh. "He actually told you to say that?" "Yes, he did." I sighed. "Where is he?" "Mr. Norman is celebrating Ms. Bowen's birthday tonight. If you want the location, you'll need to post an apology on your social media first—" "Dream on," I snapped before hanging up. Then I scrolled through my contacts before tapping on Vincent Dickinson's name. He was the one who had called out Madison publicly. Maybe he was still a decent guy.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Theo POV After leaving Abigail’s room, my head is spinning, I can’t even think straight, and my heart is beating so fast I think it might stop just to go on a strike for everything I have made it go through the last month. I close my eyes, storming into my office. I can hear Everly following me. That’s what I need, her and alcohol right now. I pour myself a big tumbler of whiskey and down it straight, noticing she is standing outside the office, in front of the door,

“Fine I’ll try, but if she dies of heart attack don’t blame me.” When I finally made it to my room, I locked the door and slide down it to the floor. Nothing had changed and I was glad. Panoramic circular windows let my gaze linger on the incredible view. Celirium’s lights were enough to illuminate the entire room. The soft mossy carpet adorned with blooming flowers welcomed my throbbing from exhaust legs. A large wooden bed with red silk sheets lured me to sleep, its thick canopy promising a good rest. The walls covered with oh- so many books sang me a lullaby of great stories.

He rushed over to her bedside, pushing the nurse call button as he tried to keep her from tearing out her IV. “Jordyn, baby, calm down.” He tried to get her to settle down. She glanced up at him with her pitch black eyes. “I’m not your experiment.” Vivian’s voice was cruel and unforgiving. Jayce put his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to regain control or at least recognize him. She jerked her head to look at his hand then back at him and he knew what was going to happen. He braced himself as he was being thrown across the room by her force. He barely missed the window and left some cracking in the drywall. He warned them that they should have put her in the reinforced rooms that wer

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.”